Word: tediousness
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...nature of science itself. For me, the joy of science in high school was its rigorous approach to knowledge, its entertaining parlor tricks, and a few spectacular teachers. At Harvard, I learned that science has less to do with classroom stink bombs and more to do with performing tedious lab work, deciphering tedious journal articles, and pouring out dozens of lines of tedious algebra. The basics are difficult to learn. Even the smallest headway in research requires enormous personal dedication. And, of course, the field is inherently cumulative, so advanced study necessitates a pyramid of prerequisites...
Packing boxes is always a tedious task, but only a few times in my life has it ever felt heart-wrenchingly sad—the times when moving heralded future uncertainty: moving from a home or helping a friend pack up to move away. While packing this week for the summer, those feelings came back. They came not from an inability to visualize the future, but from an inability to recollect the past. I used to look at a box and see a toy: It was the jumping-off point for inventing, coloring, and story-telling. As an adult...
...pile up we decide C- (Harvard being Harvard, we do not give D’s. Consider C- a failure). Why? Not because they are a sign the student does not know the material, or hasn’t thought creatively, or any of that folly. They simply make tedious reading. “Locke is a transitional figure.” “The whole thing boils down to human rights.” Now I ask you, I have 92 bluebooks to read this week, and all I ask, really, is that you keep me awake...
...article confidently predicted my progress: As a freshman I would spend time at overcrowded, sweaty, and generally tedious parties or nursing a beer in my dorm, furtively listening for the local proctor. As a sophomore I would get punched, probably unsuccessfully, by a club or two, friends would join fraternities, sororities, or some other club. And as an upperclassman, I would begin to visit local bars and, increasingly, frequent the final clubs...
Yannatos then proceeded to conduct an inspired rendition of Brahms’ Symphony No. 2. Yannatos’ tempo was crisp and clear throughout. The nearly 20-minute first movement (which in a bad performance can seem to go on forever) proceeded at a leisurely pace and never felt tedious. The performance of the cello section was especially noteworthy, particularly as they introduced the familiar “lullaby” theme of the first movement with a warm, lush, and inviting tone. Other highlights included a delightful dialogue between the winds and strings in the delicate and dance-like...