Harvard-Yale 2014 was hands down the best football game I have ever been to. Not, perhaps, because of the actual logistics of The Game (also, notably, it was ESPN #gameday), but because it was my last H-Y as an undergraduate at Harvard. It was the last time I would sit with my blockmates and huddle on those metal stands as we gritted our teeth for an 8th straight Harvard victory against Yale. The last game day pancake breakfast surrounded by streams of red and bright, Yale blue filling all of our Harvard Houses with school pride. The last time I would see the tailgates flooded with my classmates and friends as we all reveled in the biggest sports tradition of our year. Harvard-Yale 2014 was one to remember.
There’s something about the wee hours of the morning/night that make you feel like anything is possible. You know for sure that peace and quiet are definitely possible, but the fact that inspiration can strike while the rest of the world is sleeping also keeps you on the edge of your seat. Granted, there may be other contributing factors to your antsiness–that unfinished pset, an excess amount of coffee or T. Swift’s latest chart-topper reminding you that “it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames” (if we’re referring to the pset, then we hope that it’s neither of those).
One of my friends and I were talking about this recently–the fact that these late night hours are undeniably some of our most unique, uninterrupted bits of the day (even if they make you careen into self-loathing at about 3pm the following afternoon when it’s time for a nap). But still, it’s my shred of magic.
Simplicity is about subtracting the obvious, and adding the meaningful.
Inesha’s special decorative touch (+ me invading her space)
These days when I look at my list of “to-do” items for the day, I usually find “soul-searching” at the very top. Of course it’s not literally written there, but it underlies everything that I do and every path that I’ve been walking lately.