Word: learned
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Finally, I am glad that Mr. Hsia's editorial was printed because it brought into the open some of the ignorance that concerns minorities and minority organizations. Harvard is a place where we can all learn from each other. Moreover, the assembly of minority groups should not be seen as a threat or a desire to be separatist. In a community of such diversity, minorities sometimes need to make associations with people of the same minority background for cultural, social, political, or whatever reason and their right to make these associations should be respected and admired. Mecca J. Nelson...
Basically, I'm too tired to finish writing this column. If only my roommates could understand how much sleep means to me, maybe they would speak in whispers after 11 p.m. and tiptoe around the common room. Maybe they would learn sign language...
...deft strokes, crumpling up sketches one after another and sipping hot tea from a tall glass. Interruptions are constant. "No!" he barks, surveying a list of proposed models. "We need someone with de vraies fesses -- a real fanny." The sultry beauties who glower through most French fashion shows must learn to prance, dance, skip and even smile for Kelly's semiannual follies. He dismisses another candidate offhandedly: "Tell her she can do my show if she stops doing drugs." Meanwhile, the designer darts in and out of the sewing room, nipping a tuck here and pinning a fold there...
...easy for Fred at Georgetown, but he was determined to make it. "If you come into a school, you may not be on an academic par with the general population of the school, but if you as an individual can sit there and learn something and better yourself, that's an education," he says. Stroking the lapel of a well-cut gray suit, Fred reflects on his rise from the ghetto to the good life. "I always ask my mother, 'If I hadn't played basketball, what would have happened?' " he says. "Ninety percent of the people I grew...
SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS by John Updike (Knopf; $18.95). A wry, haunting memoir by an author who decided while young that the printed word would disguise his flaws, only to learn that success leaves one painfully exposed...