Mark Zuckerberg
The Game? Wait, you’re not talking about FarmVille? Oh, right. That game, Harvard-Yale. To be honest, I don’t remember a lot of what happened that day. I mean, we had our hack-a-thon that Friday night—me and my Yale buddies from Exeter. I think we had a shot every time we finished 50 lines of code, but my memory is fuzzy there. Even computers can’t help with that. I do remember that my buddy, he was so drunk that he decided it would be a good idea to create a website for the Porcellian club. It’s full of lolcatz and memes.
ee cummings
the game of foot ball as played
the great point is not so rough as
not nearly so bad as
the rolling maul
shoulder him and shove him over
but mustnot touch him
with your hands (i recall)
the boys i mean are not refined
run)ning
in redsandblues from the whistle-man
whist
Inter
ception
ling
she says she doesnot understand
allbundledincheeringstands&
says Do you have what we call
tackling?
i do not know
why
(she mustnot know why)
i simply cannot recall
“block
ing”
Cambridge ladies
who live in furnished souls
of dropkicks have little care
(they fly the sport
for different game
of fox and bee and bear)
but i will stand
in stand(s) ing
stands
&find more pleasures
there
Tyra Banks
You know, as a Harvard alumna (or a supermodel/actress/author/philanthropist/singer/media mogul extraordinaire, but who’s keeping track, right?), I thought I would return to my alma mater and be respected. As I’m sure you’ve heard, I was the first African-American woman on the cover of the coveted Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, so I know a thing or two about The Game. Now that I think about it, modeling is not that different from football. Us models wear makeup to feel confident, fierce, and in control. That’s what that face paint is for, isn’t it? Even my trademark booty tooch is in line with football players’ padding. I always tell my girls, “Do your thang.” You wanna be on top? Be yourself, but be your best self. Do more, never less. Go to Harvard.