Word: playful
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...weeks ago, the Harvard Jazz Collective, after almost four years of existence, played its last gig at the Adams House Formal. We’re close friends now, and the experience meant a lot to us, if not to the modest, probably trashed crowd in the dining hall that inexplicably preferred our take on “swing” (mostly later Miles Davis) to the DJ upstairs. For most of us, it was probably our last chance to play the working musician; we were closing our instrument cases on a decade’s worth of practice. We packed...
...taking the first step toward realizing it always feels right. At Harvard, I’ve often found that many things that may seem like poor choices or wastes of time on a résumé—leaving for a semester to study abroad, starting to play guitar, taking computer programming, not participating in e-recruiting—were unquestionably the right choices for me and have actually helped make me the person who I want to be. I came into Harvard not used to being bad at things, but I’ve realized that being...
Quantitative Reasoning 38 (“Game Theory”)—and friendships—have taught me to play tit for tat, with forgiveness built in. I’ve learned that it’s not a good idea to throw dishware unless someone else started it, and every now and then, to take out the trash even when it’s not my turn. I’ve learned that giving or getting flowers can start cycles of cooperation that benefit everybody...
...Shakespeare’s play, The Tempest, the character Miranda’s exclamation, “O, wonder! / How many goodly creatures are there here! / How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, / That has such people in't!” is widely regarded as proof of her naiveté. I, however, today on Class Day, cannot help but echo her words. Here, the more that I’ve learned, and the more that I’ve lived, the more that I’m left in wonder at the interconnectedness of things, and the beauty...
...musical prowess.Young recalls their jam sessions reverberating through the dorm stairwell until three or four in the morning. Carter and Brown eventually started a band of their own that they called “Crimson Bluegrass,” and the two spent many of their Saturday mornings playing on their WHRB show, “Living Traditions in Bluegrass.”After she and Carter went to audition at Harvard Square’s Nameless Coffeehouse, their audition sheet was returned with a note: “No way could these people be Harvard freshmen?...