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It’s a Sunday morning, and the weather is perfect. The air is crisp, but the sun is still blazing on. Locust Walk looks more tempting than ever. It’s a beautiful day—so beautiful that the thought of ever leaving this place is unfathomable.
It’s not every day a politician dedicates herself to her city more than her job title. For Helen Gym (C '93), though, that’s her daily reality.
In high school, she decided to run a marathon the day before it happened. Her formal training? Some pasta the night before.
Name: Mary Sadallah
Three winters ago, Eli Moraru (C ‘22) and Alexandre Imbot (C ‘20) stood on a street corner not far from campus. They weren’t alone, waiting along with the lucky company of a few hundred USDA food boxes.
When I think of love, I don’t picture myself sitting inside of a classroom. Maybe that’s just me, but my mind goes elsewhere. I imagine my younger brother letting me kiss him on the cheek, slightly leaning into my all–too–forceful hug. I think of couples laughing at each other while doing another dumb TikTok challenge. I hear my friends knocking on my door a little too late at night to see if I want to pick up some frozen yogurt. Love manifests itself in limitless forms.
Name: Emily Saperstein
It's 9 a.m. on a wintery Tuesday in the middle of Stommons, and unexpectedly, my day begins with a smile and a hug. Within the first five seconds of our meeting, Steven Chen eases any pre–interview butterflies lingering in my belly. The plan is to ask a few questions, sip my lukewarm cappuccino, and take notes. But as I listen, I can already tell it's going to be one of those mornings that weigh on my mind and my heart for the rest of the day.
Name: Sam Kaufmann
Harrison College House's elevator is working overtime these days. A roster of passengers routinely ride it with one thing in mind: transformation. If you were to head up to the 16th floor yourself, you’d hear laughter, music, and a faint buzzing sound reminiscent of your hometown barbershop. Your ears aren’t playing tricks on you—as you walk down the hallway, the buzzing and conversation amplify.
It’s a Tuesday afternoon. As you head to your next class of the day all the way in DRL, you decide to scroll through Instagram for the third time in ten minutes. In story after story, you see the same thing: Those damned preachers are back.
Name: Nikhil Gupta
“My name’s Will, but I go by Will from Hill.”
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