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...help them discover the meaning for themselves. What is the meaning for you? An example of that: I remember a mother of a child with cancer who said, "God is going to heal my son." Well, the doctors knew that God wasn't going to heal her son--I still held out--but eventually she came to the understanding that God was not going to heal her son. She said, "Well, you know, I didn't listen to God well. God has another plan for my son, a greater plan." For her, the fact that she could feel that...
...passion for politics as a “gopher” at the Institute of Politics. Though Tchen maintained a busy extracurricular schedule, she did not let it interfere with her social life, according to her blockmate Deborah A. Graham ’78. “She definitely knew how to have a good time as well as work hard,” Graham said. Despite her 4 a.m. work nights—which Graham said were “frequently accompanied by a box of doughnuts”—she said Tchen managed to attend...
...radical idea. Everyone I knew at Harvard had always dated the same kinds of people: Classics concentrators, Hist & Lit boys, the occasional social theorist. My female friends had converged on an ideal type. Emaciated and elusive: the Humanities Heartbreak. By senior year, everyone was getting tired of this—even our parents. “The next time you see a skinny, neurotic boy,” my friend’s mother advised, “don’t date him.” Could people like us find love outside the humanities? To freshmen, this question...
...little bit more about his three years with HPT. The Harvard Crimson: What first attracted you to the Hasty Pudding Theatricals?W. Brian Polk: I didn’t know much about it when I arrived on campus, but as I became a sophomore I realized that I knew a lot of the Pudding crew, had worked with them or seen them in shows, and I thought they were all pretty cool and talented. I wanted to try it out and see what it was all about. I’m sort of a ham—very loud...
...cusp of the row of metal detectors—at the front and center of the crowd—when the policewoman in charge announced “hold the line.” Five minutes from the moment, and those around me knew we wouldn’t make it. They really wouldn’t wait for us. I watched those on the other side of the barricade trickle through the metal detectors. I could hear occasional cheers from inside the secured area but had no indication as to exactly how the ceremony was progressing. At noon...