Sarah J. Schaffer

We Will Be Read

• January 30, 2002

Five years ago, former Crimson editorial chair Sarah J. Schaffer ’97 wrote her final article as an executive for The

• July 18, 1997

I knew it had to happen eventually. But in this summer of flux, between Commencement and a hard place, the

• June 5, 1997

S an Diego has been my home for all my life. But when I came to Harvard, I didn't think

• May 14, 1997

As I walk through the Yard on a pink evening when the air rests heavily on the trees and the

• April 25, 1997

T his Harvard of ours offers many advantages: baked brie at masters' teas, weekly lectures on arcane subjects and the

• April 11, 1997

Looking out the window of my fifth-floor Currier House room on a clear day, I can see the landmarks of

• March 21, 1997

The day my seven blockmates and I were randomized into Currier House three years ago, I thought my life was

• March 11, 1997

A recipe for dinner the evening you attend the Hasty Pudding Show: lots of protein. Lots of drink. And lots

• March 7, 1997

At Harvard, a place known for its scholarship, it is ironically all too easy to forget the academic and the

• February 21, 1997

You would think that for $30,000 a year, we could get a better education than apathetic graduate students teaching eager