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Annie Harvieux Portrait
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Annie Harvieux Portrait

"The Starry Night"
Endpaper

Endpaper: Let Them Make Cake

Smeared with a messy patchwork of colorful splotches, I have a single goal: Make the icing atop the bottom left sliver of my cake mirror the pulsating lines of the bridge in Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” a little more closely.

Plane
Introspection

Modern Love Runner-Up: Planes

Read our Modern Love Contest runner-up!

Annie Harvieux
Columns

A Vieux from the Trees: My Mental Health Issues Aren’t About Harvard

Introducing one of our new columns, Annie C. Harvieux's "A Vieux from the Trees."

Bailey Trela
Columns

Falling Trees

The large oak that had shaded my neighbor’s home had split in half, its miraculous fall having, somehow, completely avoided the house.

Slot Machine
Introspection

Slot Machine

Adela Kim
Endpaper

Endpaper: Like Riding a Bike

Trip, fall, stumble, I did them all. My legs moved in opposite directions, as though rebelling against my body. My family—myself included—all laughed at the incredible lack of coordination gifted to me.

Slot Machine
Introspection

The Word: Lottery

While I may not have won the Powerball, I did end up winning the lottery.

Queensboro Bridge
Introspection

Queensboro Bridge

Staycation
Introspection

Staycation

Endpaper

Clementines In The Snow

The cold is a feature of national identity, and cold immunity is a point of national pride.

College

City of Dreams

The physical scars of crumbling ruins from the old city dot the rapidly industrializing seaside as a constant reminder of the pain of the past.

Sleep

Compulsive Tardy Syndrome

I once saw a meme on Tumblr that showed someone texting a friend that they would be late because of who they are as a person; I put the “me” in that meme.

Introspection

The Word: Final

​When I was 5 years old, my parents took me to a Fourth of July fireworks show, and I asked whether every third explosion was the grand finale. I wanted to show off my new vocabulary words, but I didn’t realize that it would mean the end of the show. As we stood in a field in upstate New York, necks straining backwards to watch the colored explosions, vibrations travelled from my feet to my eardrums. They lingered there in the car on the way home.

The Harvard Crimson

The Passing of the FM Torch

CORDELIA F. MENDEZ ’16 , Chair I’m not going to say Cordelia F. Mendez ’16 could run the world, but I’m confident that she could at least run the country. That’s because Cordelia is easily one of the most competent people you will ever meet. And if you haven’t met her yet, then you should, because she is as smiley and friendly as she is capable.

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