hand. But what is your reason behind it ? My Harvard degree represents, for me, the curiosity and invention that were encouraged here, the friendships I’ve sustained the way Professor Graham told me not to describe the way light hit a flower but rather the shadow the flower cast, the way Professor Scarry talked about theater is a trans-formative religious force how professor Coslin showed how much our visual cortex is activated just by imaging. Now granted these things don’t necessarily help me answer the most common question I’m asked:What designer are you wearing?What’s your fitness regime?Any makeup tips? But I have never since been embarrassed to myself as what might previously have thought was a stupid question.My Harvard degree and other awards are emblems of the experiences which led me to them.The wood paneled lecture halls,the colorful fall leaves,the hot vanilla Toscaninis,reading great novels in overstuffed library chairs.running through dining halls screaming.Ooh!Ah!City steps!City steps!City steps!City steps!
It’s easy now to romanticize my time here.But Ihad some very difficult times here too.Some combination of being 19,dealing with my first heartbreak,taking birth control pills that have since been taken off the market for their depressive side effects,and spending too much time missing daylight during winter months,led me to some pretty dark moments,particularly during sophomore year.There were several occasions where I started crying in meetings with professors,overwhelmed with what I was supposed to pull off ,when I could barely get myself out of bed in the morning. Moments when I took on the motto for my school work:Done,Not good.If only I could finish my work,even if it took eating a jumbo pack of sour Patch Kids to get me through a single 10-page paper.I felt I’ve accomplished a great feat,I repeat to myself:Done,Not good.
A couple years ago,I went to Tokyo with my husband,and I ate at th
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