Imagine a world with no meaning—where our lives have no purpose, and we are meant for nothing greater. The average Harvard student might reject this notion, as it implies that our hard work amounts to nothing. After all, we have made innumerable sacrifices to get to this College, whether it be our social lives or […]
“That’s the Sergeant Major, but he prefers to be called Sergeant Concentrator.”
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” These words are spoken by John Keating, an unorthodox English teacher, in the 1989 film “Dead Poets Society.” At my dad’s recommendation, I watched it for the first time in the fall of my junior year of high school. It was the best and worst […]
I’m sure most of us are familiar with the iconic children’s song: “It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring.” How did you spend your rainy days when you were in elementary school? Did you abhor them and resign yourself to staying in bed like the old man from the classic nursery rhyme? Or […]
A SoundCloud remix of Frank Sinatra’s “My Kind of Town” bellows out of the car’s stereo as we barrel down Lake Shore Drive. We speed south, maneuvering through congested city lanes. Time feels briefly arrested. Across the windshield, I can only see fuzzy streams of red car lights, apartment stoops, and skyscraper windows. The headlights […]
It seems like the best time to live is always the past. Romanticizing the aesthetics of bygone days happens in every culture, every year. “Singin’ in the Rain,” one of the most beloved films of the 20th century, is no exception to this nostalgia. What often goes forgotten is that “Singin’ in the Rain” is […]
In the 1952 movie musical “Singin’ in the Rain,” protagonist Don Lockwood tap dances down the dark New York City streets in the pouring rain after escorting his love interest, Kathy Selden, to her door and kissing her goodnight. Overcome by joy at their budding relationship, he discards his umbrella, opting to embrace the downpour […]
On rainy days growing up, my family and I would cuddle up on the sofa under a pile of blankets, make a cozy cup of tea, and turn on our favorite comforting romantic comedies. By the time the credits rolled, the storm would have subsided, and my face would always be soaked with tears of […]
In the early morn, she flutters down the damp walk, Looking for her writhing, sodden breakfast: a worm Dispelled from its home, flooded from the pelting rain— Easy pickings when they have no place to return; She nibbles at the granite, probes through dewy blades, And gobbles each bug for her baby bird back home. […]