Word: harvard
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...that they would like nothing better than to sit in bed all day and watch television. Another person admitted that they "wanted to go after a Ph.D.," but would rather that "'they' just give it to him without him having to actually do anything" (All three go to Harvard). Almost nobody I've asked knows what he or she is going to do with their lives after graduation...
...Maybe it's the pressure of a Harvard degree. Sometimes it seems as if graduating from Harvard doesn't just give you the opportunity to make it big, it gives you the responsibility to as well. You can't just be any old doctor; you have to be a surgeon. You can't just teach; you have to be a professor. You can't just work for a hot new Internet company; you have to go out and start your own. You can't even be just an investment banker; you have to quit when you're 30 and write...
...girl this summer who goes to the University of Vermont. She loves animals and is studying to be a veterinarian or a zookeeper. She is also learning sign language to supplement what she knows will be a meager salary. I don't suppose too many Harvard freshmen come in hoping to land a great zookeeping job after four years. That dream is far too small to bear the Harvard insignia. We have to think bigger and better, to reach for the stars. But how can I reach for something that I can't even identify? How will I know that...
...whom I approach as "Mambo #5" fills the murky air from the party's fog machine. Eventually I end up in the DJ Room, where the usual DJ-table crowd is gathered. With no alcohol present, the bartender serves (unlaced) brownies. Realizing it is time to head back to Harvard, I search for Tad and Team Tag-along. As I try to pull Tad away from the Jazz Quartet and the B.U. girls who drip all over him, I get a little unsolicited help from a sudden loud buzzing noise--the first crisis of the evening. It seems...
...debus in front of the Inn at Harvard and proceed down Bow Street. I sniff out a small party in Adams A entry. I knock on the window hoping to be allowed in, but I am very purposefully ignored. Crash attempt failed...