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...reading room, a “laptop free zone.” 5. Turn onto your side. Sleeping in the “head-drooping forward” position will only lead to an unpleasant crick in your neck the next morning. And don’t let that walk of shame get to you. Nothing that feels this right could possibly be wrong...
...Music suggestion: “Chumbawumba.” The Backwards Party: You begin the night at a girl/guy’s room, and they ask you to leave because they don’t feel comfortable and things are moving too fast, and both of you walk backwards to the party learning less and less about each other, thinking less and less that, hey, this could work out maybe, and you get to the party and dance less and less intimately, until you realize you have never met. Then you are both born. The Current Party: A party...
...differ between houses. Currier enthusiast Lindsey E. Gary ’06 attributes her house’s happiness to a multitude of common spaces which leads to a vibrant, visible community. “It’s not like one of the typical river houses where you walk up to your entryway, swipe in and go up the stairs to your suite with your three friends and shut yourself in from the rest of the house,” she wrote in an e-mail.But while Georgi believes the new Hilles space could make a big difference, others think...
...male Harvard undergraduate was the victim of an armed robbery early Thursday morning while walking on Memorial Drive near Akron Street, just blocks east of Mather and Dunster Houses, police said. According to a community advisory released by the Harvard University Police Department (HUPD), the undergraduate reported to police that at around 2:00 a.m. on Thursday, two males approached him and demanded his iPod. One of the suspects displayed a knife before they took his iPod and fled up Akron Street. HUPD is not releasing any more information about the victim, but he did not suffer injuries during...
...they had read in a magazine that Harvard students are not happy) and whether my IQ happens to exceed 120 (a friend had told them that this was a requirement for admission), I want to tear my hair out slowly—follicle by follicle. When I have to walk along the periphery of the Yard to get to class because the 50 yards in front of the John Harvard statue is blocked off by tourists climbing over each other to touch the statue’s foot, it makes me want to give those who urinate...