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Debates are heated back at Harvard over whether the level of attractiveness goes up or down at other colleges. But all of this meant nothing when we first saw her standing there (again, please cut “us” some slack with the whole POV thing). Aqua-shirt girl— this is what she was wearing—was simply breathtaking. It was an intimidating proposition to approach her, but we mustered the courage to initiate conversation. She was a freshman, studying engineering—a model Tuftette. Her smile itself was everything the young night...
...concert, “We were thinking overall that since there’s so much artistic talent at Harvard, [the arts are] a good way to engage the entire community.” Selling merchandise may be one way to raise funds, but one can buy a t-shirt alone. “Harvard for Haiti” filled Sanders Theatre as successfully as the convocation for the late Sen. Edward M. Kennedy ’54, or the first lecture of the popular course Moral Reasoning 22: Justice...
Vicki E. Yeh ’12, the Kuumba Singers’ Director of Publicity, feels that art can inculcate compassionate altriusm in audiences. “You put on a t-shirt and you forget about it, but I feel art is really in the moment. You have to actually be there to experience it, and hopefully it’ll leave a lasting impression on those who attend, [and] you’ll continue to keep on giving...
...made his way past his colleagues in search of some privacy. Adding to the indignity of the moment, he'd run out of toilet paper, so he tore off the sleeves of a tattered T-shirt in his backpack. He squatted behind a tree and, to help balance himself, used both hands to drive his machete into the ground...
With that, I submitted to his direction (though I yearned to grab the handkerchief from his shirt-pocket to blot my clammy hands). Yet as I struggled to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground, I found myself getting swept away. For the first time on our trip, I truly felt in sync. This was not prepackaged tourist tango. It seemed simultaneously genuine and surreal—so much so that if my partner had relinquished my hands at any point, I might have been tempted to pinch myself...