The Undergraduate

Undergraduate columnist Christian Flow ponders the strange social science of mingling.

The Undergraduate reflects on how good and bad dreams shape the way we grow up.

I realized that college was over when I opened up the large diploma case to show my family the product of four years’ labor and found…

The Harvard I know today began in the most unlikely of ways: with a cup of tea, served loose-leaf in a ceramic mug, as I sat at a table littered with books and papers, impossibly squeezed between the bookshelves and free-standing chalkboard of a narrow Semitic Museum office.

I remember many things from my cousin’s wedding—my poofy bridesmaid’s dress, the humidity, how pretty the small church looked…

Many Harvard undergraduates give personal happiness and reflective decision-making short shrift in the race for academic accolades and…

Of all the difficult decisions one confronts as an undergraduate, the selection of concentration is perhaps the hardest. Fortunately, it is also…

Though I have two years left before I bid farewell to Harvard, I stayed through Commencement this past June to write for the Crimson and…

In small white rooms lit by fluorescent lamps and littered with empty soda bottles or coffee cups, undergraduates often find themselves heading…

During the year and a half I have spent as a student at Harvard, I’ve been befuddled by tRNA in a Life Sciences 1a lecture, experienced…

Almost every week last year I received an e-mail with the subject line “Iraq Update.” With each message, the number following that…

 Stumbling along Mount Auburn Street on my way to my Social Studies 10 lecture, I barely manage to juggle Wealth of Nations, this…

Before telegrams became scarce, the Japanese artist On Kawara would send them with the message I AM STILL ALIVE. Normally he would sign them…

As the summer months trickle through my sweaty fingers, September looms, bringing with it the first of my Lasts. For the last time, I will…

 Recently, my mom was putting books onto a new bookshelf when a red one fell to the floor. “What is this?” she asked, in a…