But finding that experience--during the summers or through community service during term-time--is probably up to you. Internalize Harvard's value system and you'll find yourself in 30 years standing alone at cocktail parties, talking about your bonus, your six-year-old's batting average and your wine cellar. Occasionally, among Ivy-League crowds, you'll say "Habermas" and mean it--you won't be sneezing. It's a sad, bleak existence, filled with sun-dried tomatoes and pretending to like jazz. But it doesn't have to be that way.
The Harvard Corps. Be all that you can be. And smile when you say that, mister.
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David A. Fahrenthold '00 is a history concentrator in Dunster House. His column appears on alternate Tuesdays.