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...When I proposed this to my roommate, she went on a tirade about how that’s a violation of Harvard rules —and more importantly, a violation of... well... any semblance of common sense. After all, what would I do with Billy on those late nights studying in Lamont? What about my propensity to sleep past my alarm clock —how would I have time to walk him in the morning? I mean, Lindsay, c’mon?...
While the rest of you may not be getting the most personal academic experience, remember that at least you can show up to Ec 10 thirty minutes late, not having done a page of the reading, and sleep for the last half—and Mankiw won’t have a clue...
...lunch.) Beyond scheduling considerations, the committee is also researching the relationship between the frequency of class meetings and quality of learning—whether classes held twice or three times weekly produce better academic experiences. Such a schedule shift might make for a longer day. Having classes extend as late as 5 p.m. could conflict with athletic practice times and extracurricular activities that traditionally take place later in the day. Athletic coaches and public service group leaders that the committee contacted agreed that academics were the top priority in future scheduling considerations. Still, all the initiatives discussed at yesterday?...
...head. Throughout this long process, Harvard officials have been dealing with a balancing act of initiatives that would benefit either Harvard or Allston. Unfortunately, it often seems impossible to please both parties at the same time. That dichotomy changed with the recent plan released by the Allston Development Group late last month. Naturally, Allston residents are concerned about the potential for Harvard to “take over” the area and close itself off to the community. Harvard has responded to that with a plan consisting of an open commons area that would serve as a public green...
...three days before the New Year in late 2006, and I was eating a burger with the traveler and writer Paul Theroux on Oahu's North Shore. Beside us in the rickety little shack was a quintessentially Hawaiian group of Chinese Americans, African Americans, semi-Southeast Asians and kids who could have been any or all of the above, waiting for the dad in the group to bring over their avocado burgers from the counter. It took Paul and me a few seconds to realize that the dad in question - who looked like a skinny teenager - was, in fact...