As Spun in the Eliot House Record Room

As Spun in the Eliot House Record Room Tucked away in the shelves of the Record Room resides a cultural artifact By AIDAN FITZSIMMONS and MARISSA GARCIA Nestled within Eliot House is a Record Room, vaguely scented of old album covers. Upon its hardwood floors– blanketed with an ornate red carpet– sit two threadbare sofas, angled to face the centerpiece of the room: a record player. Behind it, two bookshelves span the entirety of the wall. In an endearing contrast to the grandeur of the darkened-wood aesthetic, the bookshelves are lined with jagged cut-outs of white paper labels, imperfected throughout …

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In the Rain

In the rain By ABIGAIL JADE KOERNER   It’s raining always when I’m with you And not because I’m feeling blue It’s raining raining And I can’t see I squint my eyes – there’s you and me Singing and dancing Kissing in the rain I said my favorite place was solitude But that was insane! Insane like puddles splashing Water drip drops down my face You are my favorite place But my heart will still race Love the chase   Abigail Koerner ‘21 ([email protected]) writes poetry for the Indy.  

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To the Younger Version of Myself, During Freshman Year

To the Younger Version of Myself, During Freshman Year A four-part reflection on a super-senior’s time at Harvard By ARIANA AKBARI I received my Harvard acceptance in the Spring of 2013. Afterward, my mom took me to the Tex Mex restaurant I had gone to nearly every Friday night with my family. This time it was just me and her, during the day. She ordered a margarita like she did every Friday night – frozen, no salt. They brought her a margarita with salt on the rim anyway. As I dipped my first chip into the complimentary salsa, my mom …

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