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...Ramaswamy does admit, however, that exceptions do exist. “I could see the other side of it,” he says. “If an entrepreneur felt that really, their thing was the next thing, the next Facebook or the next Microsoft, then I could see the justification for dropping out there also.” Kosslyn says that students should consider how Harvard can fit into their lifelong objectives. “It’s not like Harvard is something worth avoiding, but I mean it depends on why you come to Harvard...
...have to ask if there was something more timely to make fun of...we feel like someone got excited about this idea in November and wouldn't budge. And we're all for parodies being a couple of months old, at most. We should have felt more lame and out of touch for not getting it, and instead we just felt a bit awkward...
...Faust helped by arranging a series of “women’s teas,” where she met undergraduates and received their concerns. Then she arranged a brunch with the heads of all the women’s groups and invited Dean Avery. Universally, we all felt we needed more institutional support and funding, a centralized place to meet, new support for sexual violence issues, more faculty mentors and role models, and a women-friendly campus. Faust asked Avery how she was to address these students’ concern...
...village, with the unfortunate name of Nazi, was dusty and poor. Burmese villages, generally, are dusty and poor, but this place felt more downtrodden than most. The sour smell of anxiety pervaded the air. Eventually, O Lam Myit, the 75-year-old village patriarch, shuffled up, his eyes milky, his longyi (or sarong) frayed, a ragged prayer cap on his head. Like his father and grandfather, he was born in Arakan state. O Lam Myit laughed when I told him that many Burmese thought this village was populated only by recent economic migrants from Bangladesh. In 1978, he was returning...
...Toward the end of my visit to Nazi, I sat in the privacy of a bamboo-floored stilted house, where locals felt more comfortable talking. I asked the villagers if they considered themselves Rohingya. The room full of around 20 people erupted into argument. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was clear that there was significant disagreement. Finally, one man spoke. "Some people call us Rohingya," he said cautiously. I realized they were afraid to be identified as Rohingya because the very word carried with it the likelihood of so much discrimination. The man's name...