Walking around Harvard, you wouldn't think that one of the most famous student newspapers around is all that credible. Not because it looks unappealing, reads badly, or is disparaged by students. None of that is a problem. You just can't find it anywhere.
We asked a few students outside one of the cafeterias where to find the Crimson. Their answer: a shrug of the shoulders. What!?
Turns out the Crimson e-mails every edition to all students. Stop the presses! (Literally)
OK, I'm not one to advocate for the death of the print edition, but an electronic version in the inboxes of every student seems not only to be a great way to spread information, but is also cheap. Crazy cheap.
The Crimson, you've done it again.
But I still wanted to find a copy of the paper. All the stars aligned, we turned the right corner, and there was Crimson HQ. Not only does the staff occupy their own building, but the name of the newspaper is engraved in cement. In a word: badass.
For the record, the design staff seemed weirded out by my excitable request for one of their newspapers. And they were really young, which terrified me.
Spend an hour walking by people you know are eons brighter than you and you start to feel a bit uneasy.
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Very good idea, indeed.
That's what I told you the Fulcrum should do, but no you people know everything.
LOL lightyears ahead of the Fulcrum.
And don't worry Nick, you're brilliant too. Screw Harvard. I bet they binge drink and hand things in late much like students at other institutions.
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