Word: greatness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...time, others jump into fulltime jobs at the Locb Drama Center, radicalize American society with SDS (Students for a Democratic Society), or row innumerable strokes up and down the Charles for the freshman crew team. The Dean's Office views over involvement with a single activity as a great freshman problem. One sophomore, after completing a very non-academic freshman year, said last year. I got so involved with the radio station that after a few months there was no perspective left in my daily life; I wanted to give it up and start living again. "A freshman...
Though no longer a great force for democracy or the center of anyone's existence, the Union still manages to hold a definite, if somewhat subordinate place in Harvard life. When the Harvard Council for Undergraduate Affairs suggested several years ago that the Union be converted into an all College Student Union, cries of pain were heard in the Yard. Freshmen rallied to the defense of their Great Dining Hall, vigorously extolling its importance and proclaiming there were those who love it. One wing has been completely expropriated by the Varsity Club and the band has the part...
...great-aunt's birthday in Connecticut, and, uh (That's a goddamn lie, Martin!) my mother called this morning (At nine A.M.?! Sure she did!) and told me I have to come home next weekend because
PAPERS. This was old P. Bender Bartlett's specialty, and the Bartlett Boom remains standard. Although many variations are permitted, it was the master's own strategy to assign one two-page and one thirty-page paper each term. He criticized the two-pager in great detail, and marked it stiffly; thus students were driven to invest a good deal of time into the thirty-pager-only to get it back ungraded, with the comment, " I don't think one can measure an effort of this sort by a number or letter...
...Sunday by eight and in the living room, waiting, by nine. He sat in the hazardous old armchair and mediated upon the telephone. It reminded him of something biological; what? Yes, that picture in his tenth-grade biology book. A whole lot of snaky little cells and some great fat black ones. What the hell were those cells, anyway? Jesus, Martin thought. I can't remember anything any more. But it doesn't make any difference. Whatever that little one is, it sure looks comfortable lying up there-right in the groove." I mean, a gross...