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...that most students with a particular interest in the Foreign Service generally attend schools geared towards those careers, such as Georgetown’s Walsh School of Foreign Service and Tufts’ Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy.“The impression I got was that there wasn??t that much interest among the students that I knew in international careers,” Howard says, adding that he believes recruitment efforts are more focused on finding minorities outside of the Northeast to improve diversity. Sandy Hessler, however, director of professional development at KSG, attributes...
...Gilbert settled in Denver. By age 18, he was married and had a son and was writing science fiction stories on his typewriter. While he received encouraging feedback and sold some stories, he was honest with himself about his shortcomings: “I knew nothing about literature. I wasn??t even a good speller,” he recalls...
...interest in hip-hop.I spent my first semester at Harvard slightly unmoored, thanks to ill-matched roommates and general freshman-year over-stimulation. So, I opted to channel my energies into nonstop Moral Reasoning-related freakouts rather than, like, joining organizations and making friends or whatever. It wasn??t until sophomore fall when I received a Facebook message inviting me to comp The Darker Side, WHRB’s hip-hop department, that I began participating in the frantic extracurricular whirl that defines the Harvard experience for many. Aside from my work for a certain weekend magazine...
...before Congress passed any important civil rights legislation.But from 1960 to 1980, the poverty rate among African American families fell only 18 percentage points, even after social programs like the War on Poverty and affirmative action took root. The restoration of African Americans’ civil rights wasn??t responsible for their economic standing...
...trespassing. The police report refers to the “screaming and yelling” that accompanied his arrest. I, and all the other nice people in the library that morning, could get on with our work. But after Macleod had asked me my name and told me he wasn??t afraid of God, after I had heard his protests as he was escorted out, I was left sitting in my armchair a little less comfortably. The unease I felt during the man’s disruption was outlasted and overwhelmed by a nagging feeling of guilt that...