As move-in day approached nearly a month ago, I had a moment of realization. This is it, the last beginning of my Harvard career. So as my family and I loaded up our ’05 Ford, bungee cording the trunk closed, I started to reminisce. Past senior teammates had always told me that the years would fly by and that I’d be a senior before I knew it.
Call me a nerd, but sometimes I really relate to Luke Skywalker. If you’re unfamiliar with the Star Wars story, he’s a kid stuck on the desert planet, Tatooine (sorry Hoosiers), who goes on an epic journey through the galaxy. Along the way, he meets some of his best friends who help him realize his Jedi powers. Now, obviously I’m not a Jedi because I’m not that cool, but there is something notable about Luke’s journey.
Yet to return to a normal state after our Ivy Championship title defense this past weekend, I have found myself decidedly unproductive the last few days. It’s okay though – that feeling of satisfaction after a successful outcome of a semester of hard work and sacrifice is worth being enjoyed. If anything, it leaves me more motivated than ever to push hard through my busy reading period and finals week.
“The days are long, but the years are short.” It’s still hard for me to fully register in my head that I’ll be wrapping up my sophomore year at Harvard in less than a month. It doesn’t feel all that long ago since I first stepped foot on campus, a starry-eyed high school golf recruit gaping in awe and marveling at the unfamiliar magnificence the architecture and statues seemed to exude.
I’m privileged to spend about twenty hours each week rowing for the Radcliffe Varsity Lightweight rowing team (RVL). When I’m not on the water or in class, I am likely to be eating, studying, or socializing with my teammates. Given the amount of time I spend with these people, I’m lucky that they are some of the most ambitious, well-rounded, and inspirational individuals I have ever met.
“We have a sailing team?” That is probably the most common response when I tell someone that I’m on the Harvard sailing team. Frankly, it makes sense. College sailing is a niche sport and not many people know what we do. However, for the thirty members of the Harvard sailing team, the sport has made an indelible impact on our college experience.
I still remember sitting in Wigglesworth with my seven blockmates, waiting for our housing assignment two years ago. We watched crowds of upperclassmen sprint around the yard, excited to welcome freshman to their houses–where they will live for the rest of their time at Harvard.
Earlier in the semester my friends and I had a great Sunday hiking Mount Chocorua in New Hampshire’s White Mountains. As most things that occur while being a busy student-athlete, the trip came together pretty last minute.
A star of Saturday Night Live, Ghostbusters, and her ever popular skit with Drake, the one and only Leslie Jones made an appearance on campus this past weekend. Thanks to the Office of Student Life, all students were offered tickets to her show, completely free of charge. That Friday evening, after a few classes, a quick practice, and a convenient Annenberg dinner, I met up with a few friends and headed to Sanders Theater.
People often ask if it's easy to get lost at a big university like Harvard, but in my opinion the size of the university is actually one of its most underrated assets. I’ve experienced this advantage of access through the research project on human capital in startups that I’m working on at the business school.
It’s a brisk Tuesday morning in Cambridge as I walk down Garden Street. I pass the shuttle full of students from the quad, and make my way toward Radcliffe Yard. I turn into the brick walls and walk through the gate of one of my favorite places at Harvard. Once home to the classrooms of Radcliffe College, Radcliffe Yard now houses administrative buildings, education school offices, and the Schlesinger Library.
Being an athlete at Harvard definitely made my transition easier as a freshman. If I had questions about life at Harvard, how to make a class schedule that wasn’t too overwhelming, or what this crazy thing called “shopping week” was, I had a guaranteed group of 20+ seasoned veterans to turn to.
A lot has happened since my last blog post; my team won the Ivy League Championship, my parents came to visit me, Harvard-Yale, Thanksgiving, oh and some pretty interesting domestic politics... This semester has truly been a great one, so as finals are upon us it brings me great pleasure to look back at such a fun few months.
It is amazing how many places the game of basketball can take you. My older brother, a junior on the basketball team at UCLA, has been to the Bahamas, Hawaii, Greece, and Australia for various tournaments and basketball games. He relishes in the opportunity to see the world while also doing something he loves. For the first time, I had a similar experience when our basketball team here at Harvard took a weeklong trip to China to play a game against Stanford.
Sometimes, as student-athletes, we find ourselves at odds with our athletic demands and our academic requirements and interests. At the same time, though, we’ve been balancing our athletics and academics for as long as we can remember – diligence, time management, and effort have been integral to our success in the classroom and on the ice.
“Wait, so you guys have to live on campus for all four years?” This is the typical reaction from my friends at home when I explain to them that I will be spending my junior and senior years living on campus in Quincy House.
When I am not in the pool, you can catch me taking the T into Boston to search for a coffee shop to do schoolwork at. In high school I was always so incredibly busy and kept such a tight schedule that I was unable to work in any free time to explore.
Not much has changed with the game of baseball since I started playing as a six-year-old. While the rules slightly changed and the field got bigger, the essence of the game is timeless, from playing in a little league game to playing at the collegiate level. However, one thing changes frequently: the people with whom you play.
We’re at the point in the season where time is marked not by weeks or months, but by which opponent we are facing that weekend. To most people, this time of the year might be considered “late October” or “the beginning of fall”— but to the members of the Harvard varsity women’s volleyball team, it’s “second half of Ivies, Penn/Princeton weekend.”
“The strong get stronger and the weak get weaker! 100 percent 100 percent of the time! Just one more.” These were a few of the commands that our leader from The Program, a former marine, called out to us during our two-day team building activity earlier this Fall. The varsity tennis team is a relatively small team as teams go, so with seven incoming freshman joining six upperclassmen, Coach Green felt it was imperative we learn how to be strong teammates early on in our Fall season, be accountable to ourselves and our teammates, and develop standards that we could all abide by.
As a senior, the last three years and change at Harvard have presented incredible opportunities to learn and grow both as a student, and as a person. Part of what I enjoy about the college is that each person has a unique story to tell, complete with different backgrounds and experiences. Among the aspects that make me who I am today is my last four summers as a Newport Beach Ocean Lifeguard.
As an international student, from across the pond, I knew that choosing to attend an American university was very ambitious. I knew that travelling away from everything I knew would force me to step outside of my comfort zone and open my eyes to a whole new culture. This was a hugely daunting thought, one I spent a long of time mulling over.
My name is Megan Galbreath, and I am a member of the Harvard Women’s Diving Team. As a native Floridian, the only seasons that I have ever experienced are rainy season and dry season. Getting to experience fall on Harvard’s campus has been so exciting. The leaves are starting to change, the weather is getting cooler, and Halloween is coming!
Wednesday night I was at work at the Queen’s Head, our on-campus pub. The kitchen was slammed and I was supervising. Orders were coming in ten times quicker than we could put them out. I was running out to the floor to serve some fries to a party of two in the back left corner when I heard someone call out to me, “Hey Clee!”
We’ve focused a large portion of our pre-season on how to become both better teammates and people through leadership initiatives. Assessing our life outside of Harvard Hockey has been valuable, as I’ve had to look inward and self-reflect in order to become more aware of my actions, and how they impact those around me.
Last week, I sat down at my very first team goal meeting as a freshman on the Harvard men’s swim and dive team. After listening to the team’s ambitions and coach’s expectations, we formulated our outcome goals. But this section of the meeting only took up a small fraction of the hour we set aside. We then began to focus on the most important part of this goal meeting: our plan to achieve these goals.
Like hundreds of students, alums and faculty, I too am going to say ‘I found my home at Harvard.’ The first thing that comes to mind when someone says home is ‘family’ and for the few weeks that led up to my arrival on campus, I was anxious whether I would fit into a new culture coming from miles away and how I’d deal being away from my family and friends back home. But all those worries vanished the moment I stepped on campus.
“Should I take a practice test . . .” one girl wearily asks aloud as we board the bus to head back to campus. We’ve been racing all morning at a regatta in New Jersey. Spirits are high, but everyone is exhausted. “Oh I should too—I’ll take one with you,” another teammate responds. This support for endeavors outside of rowing is characteristic of our team and makes me proud to be a member of Radcliffe lightweight crew.