I don't know how Harvard has been since the millennium, but my parents met there, and they had a fairly large circle of close friends who had mostly come together there. My mother was a Hornbein, AKA Jewish royalty of Denver. But they were grad students at Harvard in the 1940s, and I'm aware of some turkeys that have graduated from Harva…
I don't know how Harvard has been since the millennium, but my parents met there, and they had a fairly large circle of close friends who had mostly come together there. My mother was a Hornbein, AKA Jewish royalty of Denver. But they were grad students at Harvard in the 1940s, and I'm aware of some turkeys that have graduated from Harvard since the millennium, including that twit who runs that meta thingy on the internet (or did he ever graduate?).
my best friend not only went there, he was one of ten people who distinguished himself as an artist, according to the Crimson about six or seven years ago. his brother had to point this out to him, since his affection for the place is hardly manifest (he says the main thing he learned there was that it was time to get to work...and Reuben Brower taught him how to read). whenever I find myself at CCNY (the one place I applied, having virtually grown up on campus), I start to cry on general principles...it's the place in the world I feel most at home.
I don't know how Harvard has been since the millennium, but my parents met there, and they had a fairly large circle of close friends who had mostly come together there. My mother was a Hornbein, AKA Jewish royalty of Denver. But they were grad students at Harvard in the 1940s, and I'm aware of some turkeys that have graduated from Harvard since the millennium, including that twit who runs that meta thingy on the internet (or did he ever graduate?).
my best friend not only went there, he was one of ten people who distinguished himself as an artist, according to the Crimson about six or seven years ago. his brother had to point this out to him, since his affection for the place is hardly manifest (he says the main thing he learned there was that it was time to get to work...and Reuben Brower taught him how to read). whenever I find myself at CCNY (the one place I applied, having virtually grown up on campus), I start to cry on general principles...it's the place in the world I feel most at home.
I think my father did a couple of years at CCNY as an undergrad. From what you say, it must be a wonderful place.