Word: shit
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...need to stop Googling myself,” says Nathan J. Dern ’07. “People talk shit on the Internet.”Six months ago, when Dern entered his name into the all-powerful search engine, he would have been lucky to get a couple hundred hits, most of them tied to other Nate Derns out there in cyberspace. Now, such a self-indulgent activity yields around 200,000 hits.Nonetheless, Dern, Harvard’s biggest reality-TV star, has learned a harsh lesson in the past few weeks: after the cameras...
...people who ask questions in lecture, Do not waste everyone’s time on something you didn’t hear or understand completely. Your learning is not more important than other people’s. Dear Me, Yo dude, what’s the deal? Get your shit together. You spend too much time playing video games. Try to do a little work every night and you won’t find yourself pulling as many all-nighters. Ha ha, you’re not nineteen forever... Sincerely, Joe Nineteen Pitbull: Date me? To girls who share hallway...
Alison H. Rich '09 House: Quincy Concentration: Special (Dramatic Arts and Psychology) Hometown: Port Washington, NY Ideal Date: Pretty much whatever as long as there is an intermission for napping Best way for a guy/girl to get your attention: Naked running...that shit freaks me out. Where to find you on a Saturday night: Hiding from the naked running people First thing you notice about a guy/girl: Whether they are naked or running...neither would be good for a first impression Your best pick-up line: I think we have to make love on the front lawn likec razed weasels...
...historian.” One wonders whether it’s time for Perret to adopt the “ex” prefix as well. He has substituted ideology for methodology and invective for insight. He habitually uses phrases like “shit in a silk stocking” to describe Cabinet members and high-level aides. Would a count of Perret’s errors this time top McPherson’s mark of 120? Maybe, but more to the point, why would anyone waste the time tabulating...
...school for seven years. We were big into sisterhood, let me tell you. I thought at Harvard I’d finally be safe from matching pink t-shirts, big and little “sisters” I wasn’t actually related to, and all that shit. Then I discovered sororities, and my dreams died. Check...