Most pity Bubble Boy because of the endless restrictions his environment imposes. But do NOT get that bubble confused with Harvard’s Bubble.
I like to think of the Harvard Bubble as more of a force field, protecting us from the hardships of reality (i.e. non-high speed internet everywhere). In all seriousness, Harvard does its best to secure and defend us from wide ranging dangers such as ignorance, crime, and even our personal lack of athleticism.
Harvard On The Move is a new initiative that strives to rally and motivate all members of the Harvard community – from faculty to students – to exercise regularly as well as take advantage of Cambridge’s majestically scenic suburbia. This semester, the program generously sponsored hundreds of students to participate in the annual Honan 5K race. As an enthusiast of all things free, I eagerly signed up and encouraged my friends to hammer it out with me. Little did we expect that we would add a few more K’s (kilometers) to the race.
On the morning (*cough* afternoon *cough*) of the race, my friends and I scrambled to figure out public transportation to the starting line. As we waited at the bus stop, a dandy iPhone App informed us that the bus was 2 minutes away; yet, 2 minutes later, the bus was magically 26 minutes away. Keeping in mind that the race would officially start in 22 minutes, our confused-angry-sassy countenances helped us come to a consensus, without words, that we just had to run the 2.4 miles to the event in order to start on time – or at least have the opportunity of starting on time. So off we scurried, making wrong turns and crossing every bridge that perhaps looked slightly familiar. We miraculously managed to somehow catch the tail end of the start and we practically instantaneously tapped into our arsenal of adrenaline to sprint pass walking participants as well as the participants being pushed in strollers! As hectic as the start was, most of my friends ran their personal bests and some even placed in our age bracket!
On our return trip back to campus, an important realization came concomitant to our muscle cramps: Harvard Time is an aspect unique to our bubble. The unofficial yet institutionalized policy of starting everything (even exams!) 7 minutes past does not apply to the real world of non-dorm living.
There are infinitely phenomenal things you can take away from Harvard: friendships, knowledge, semi-meaningless acronyms. But one thing I won’t take with me is Harvard Time. Good thing I have two and a half years worth of 7 minutes to do what I please.