Wild Child

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE A musicoethical standoff between Enya and Lana Del Rey. For all of human history, conflict has spurred culture. Whether two empires at war, two political systems at odds, or two philosophies in gridlock, we must live in the presence of dualities. Just as dissonance and juxtaposition moved great thinkers like Marx and Kierkegaard to the page, I must address an inner conflict here. In the last year, I have felt a great rift between my intellectual and physical self, leaving my emotional self unhinged and lost. This divide comes from the effects art is meant to have …






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Springing into Action

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE The Indy preview’s Harvard’s Spring Sports Springtime at Harvard means many things: the sun giving false-hopes of above 50 degree weather, a seemingly accelerated midterm schedule, and most importantly, the return of spring sports like baseball, tennis, and lacrosse. We hope seeing the successes of our teams will be enough inspiration to trek across the river and experience the outdoors–Harvard Athletics style. Baseball Harvard faced BC in the first round of the Boston Beanpot 2014 yesterday, coming off of hard conference losses against Penn and Columbia last weekend. Their next conference meet is against Brown, who as …






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From the Fires of Mount Doom (and Pinterest)

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE Crafting a solution to stress at Harvard. As college students, we spend most of our time creating and discussing ideas. Whether in class or on Twitter, our day-to-day experiences largely play out in our minds or in cyberspace. The closest we get to physical production is typing, or, for the most archaic among us, writing. We call this freedom from labor a privilege, as the release from work provides us time and effort to learn. Of course, we should not take these opportunities for granted, as these insights will no doubt lead to our abilities to succeed …






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Let Them In!

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE The College makes a class. Each year, on the last week of March, the world learns what makes a Harvard student. Though admissions is as much about making a class as it is an effort to find the best and brightest, to select 2,023 from 34,295 necessitates some attention to the individual. But what exactly does Harvard care about in choosing its students? William R. Fitzsimmons, dean of admissions and financial aid, smiling warmly, would cite the diverse and dedicated set of passions from every echelon of society (his exact words in the Gazette last week were: …






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Parting Words

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE Some advice from a senior. I’ve finally realized that, as a senior, I’m about to leave Harvard. I find the thought of exit very liberating — Harvard has not been an easy place for me. I’m ready to move on. But Harvard has been my home for the last four years. To leave without intention to return is to break with a place and a community that has changed me. I don’t want to take advantage of what I’ve been given here. Nor do I want to forget what I’ve learned from having things taken away. And …






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Out in the Open

Allowing allyship for all. I’m afraid to write an article criticizing the LGBTQ community. I am afraid not only because I might use some terminology that is outdated or dehumanizing. I am afraid not only because of the vitriol with which I have seen members of the LGBTQ community respond to such misspeaks. I am afraid not only because I am straight and my gender aligns normatively with my sex, placing me distinctly outside the Harvard LGBTQ community. I am mostly afraid because I care deeply that the LGBTQ community succeeds in its roles as supporter and educator on Harvard’s …






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Unprofessional

BY CHRISTINE WOLFE Why “following your dreams” might not be as terrible as it sounds. The next time someone asks me what I’m doing after I graduate, I’m going to tell them I plan on developing a serious addiction to crack and getting a tattoo of a Spork on my thigh. That’s so ludicrous it’s almost believable: anyone who knows me knows I’m wiser than to get a thigh tattoo. But apply to graduate school in the humanities? I may as well cut off my left arm, which will be used against me by a mob of angry gay men …






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