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Those Who Can, Do Teach
I’m writing fractions on the whiteboard with my back to my students—a risky move, but this is a relatively calm
Taking the Leap
The following op - ed will appear in a print edition of The Crimson the week of June 2. “Now,
This is the Soundtrack of Your Life
LAMONTSTER: With iPod headphones plugged into their laptops, Lamonsters are almost always listening to sweet jams. Usually, these sweet jams
Irish Bishops Change Date of St. Patrick’s Day—People Get Drunk Anyway
Most Holy Father, I write to thank you for allowing the Irish bishops to move the feast of St. Patrick
Goodbye, Stack of Paper
Hey Thees! Oh right, I forgot. You don’t like it when I call you ‘Thees’ anymore. Sorry! “Hey, Thesis,” then.
OCS Counseling Session for Souls
The Office of Career Services, personal counseling session. Counselor: Well hello! Welcome to OCS. I’m glad you’ve come in by
15 Ways to do the Q Nasty-like!
The CUE Guide that we knew and loved, the CUE Guide that nurtured us, the CUE Guide that we occasionally
15 Parties We Can Have
The Undergraduate Council can no longer fund alcohol with its Party Grants, but that doesn’t mean the party has to
Love It, Hate It: Getting That Elusive International Work Visa
International students (foreigners!) like to bitch and moan about how hard it is for them to get the visas they
OBITUARY: Fun at Harvard, 1720-2007.
Fun for Harvard underclassmen, after a terminal illness that has plagued it for the last few years, was taken off
Sword of Honor - Evelyn Waugh
Evelyn Waugh doesn’t give us exciting heroes. The worlds he sketches are too full of cynicism, decay, and dissipation for
Harvard's 'Love Story'
Halfway through the overcomplicated setup we’d devised for an iPod giveaway during the a capella jam, Pierpaolo Barbieri ’09 pulled
Speaking of Ad Hominem…
Many people have opined on a Slate article, penned by The Crimson’s own Lucy M. Caldwell ’09, that exposed Caroline
Beloved Pamplona Owner Dies at 90
Though it sits mostly below ground level, the Café Pamplona seems riotously bright, its canary yellow walls catching and reflecting
