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...smell of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass was in the air. I had just woken up in my first-floor room in Stoughton Hall, which faced out onto the Yard. Yawning, I groped my way in the darkness to my window, to open up the blinds and greet the beautiful spring day. Faces pressed against the glass—not unlike those Garfield dolls suctioned-cupped to a car window—a group of camera-toting, map-clutching tourists were trying to peer into my room. Apparently, they had decided that peering into a complete stranger?...
Signs that Saturday's catastrophe is stretching India to the limit greet us as soon as we enter the quake zone. Even before we reach the broken houses, the landslides and the homeless droves, my translator Shaeeq and I get choked up in a traffic jam-at the head of which is an angry clot of young men banging sticks on the tops of the car that try to pass, while women weep on the verge. "We are not begging, sir, we are not begging," one protester says, with the look of a man who hasn't slept for days...
Many Harvard students greet Monday morning with a groan, exhausted either by Sunday night’s homework marathon or by a particularly mean weekend hangover. As these students roll out of bed, sophomore Lindsey Scherf is already running throughout Cambridge, clocking the first miles of her grueling 90 to 100 mile week...
...Ceasefire - 10 songs that reach across their religious, cultural and age divides. On Lemon Bara, Salim sings like a poet of "tears that water the drought," while Jal rides the percussion of Aiwa with the rap, "If you got love, you got the victory." Together on Ya Salam, they greet Sudan's fragile new peace as a time to draw breath. Sung in the many tongues of Africa, wedding ancient rhythms to modern youthful optimism, Ceasefire is a reminder that peace needs open ears as well as open wallets. It helps that it's also one of the freshest...
...network of friends—some of whom greet me with an exuberant “Hi, Maggie” on the streets of Cambridge—was worth far more than sticking hardnosed to all the plans. Maybe my room was used more enthusiastically for a group performance of “The Cha Cha Slide” than any MMM activity I had spent hours planning but I could hardly hold that against them. These were my kids...