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...definition of my experience of Herr Widener will dissolve. But then maybe I catch a whiff of a smell that calls back those aged books in the stacks, and I remember the touch of their pages and the rustle of papers in Loker and the echo that my boots made walking over the uncarpeted marble floors, and it all feels much closer...
...even though regret does have its purpose, it is important not to dwell on it. Spending too much time thinking of the could-haves, would-haves, should-haves can cloud the real progress one has made. Overall, I, along with the vast majority of my classmates, am proud of the time I have spent here, enamored with the friends I have made, and warmed by the memories of Harvard I will always carry. But I don’t feel guilty for harboring a few regrets, because there is a lot to learn from them. And I think Adam Wheeler...
...wish I had made more friends. I wish I had kept up with my old friends. Seeing people that I haven’t seen since freshman year during senior week just highlights all of the fun we could have had in the past three years. Now we probably will never see each other again, at least this skinny and with this much hair...
Last week a sophomore asked me to sum up my Harvard experience. It was during my last dinner in Annenberg, and seeing so many freshmen in one place made me nostalgic. I wanted to answer her as truthfully as possible. I answered, “I wish I had either studied harder or had more fun.” I didn’t study nearly as much as I should have and I didn’t have nearly as much fun as I should have been having, based on the amount of studying that was not getting done...
...figured I didn’t need good grades, because I was already at Harvard. I spent most of my freshman fall semester doing what my parents hadn’t let me do in high school, the really “important” things. My parents made me go to bed at 9 p.m. everyday, so I stayed up until 4 a.m., doing absolutely nothing. I hadn’t been allowed to watch television, so I spent lunches, dinners, evenings, and weekends in my room watching “Sex and the City...