A Day in the Life of a Harvard Student
It is my first year at Harvard. At 8 a.m., I get a text from my good friend—we’ll call her EG for privacy reasons—saying she’s left DeWolfe and is on her way to meet me at the life-threatening intersection between Santouka Ramen and Lamont Library. Because I had been dilly-dallying instead of getting ready, I […]
