Justin Gerald



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The Girl of My Dreams, and My Nightmares Too

Justin Gerald

Happy Valentine's Day! — Feb 12, 2004

Junior year, I was losing fights with acne, schoolwork, and my love life. But then I started working out and following my dermatologist’s orders. One day during a heat wave, I wore a wife-beater (and my newly clear skin) to school, and the ugly duckling became a swan.

Taqueek’s Big Secret

Justin Gerald

The Politics Issue — Feb 19, 2004

Taqueek Runyan was an angry black youth in a town full of them. He was raised in a very religious household by “working class” parents, who—like most of the adults in the northern New Jersey area—were unemployed.

The Road to Confidence Goes through Cancun

Justin Gerald

Birth of Shakuntala — Apr 8, 2004

I’d seen the shows and the movies. I’d been there three times before. I’d even written a play that took place there. But nothing really prepared me for my trip to Cancun this Spring Break.

A Weekend to Remember

Justin Gerald

The Archives Issue — Apr 15, 2004

I didn’t plan on writing this article. When the weekend started, I was really annoyed that I had a ten-page paper hanging over my head, and I had to spend most of my time all the way down at West Windsor fields for the Ivy League Rugby Tournament.

Failed Experiment?

Justin Gerald

Fristification — Apr 29, 2004

There’s nothing like a good smoothie. When made the right way, a smoothie is at once sweet and sour, liquid and solid, exciting and relaxing.

Extra-Party Candidates

Justin Gerald

The Politics Issue — Oct 14, 2004

As the election rapidly approaches, and students and citizens alike declare their political agendas, one might notice that the campaign is really starting to drag along.

Getting Rid of a Few Distractions

Justin Gerald

REBUS VENTURI! — May 5, 2005

Having done my part to help re-elect my class president, I noticed that one of the ongoing projects for 2007’s USG officers was “Working on plans for a new Dillon Gym.” When I saw this, I was extremely excited. There’s nothing I’d like more than to see certain facets of Dillon ameliorated. I couldn’t care less about the basketball court, or the multi-purpose room, or the squash court, or the pool, or the dance studio, or the locker rooms. All that needs to be fixed, in my mind, is the Stephens Fitness Center.

Up a Creek Without a Paddle

Justin Gerald

The Nass 100 — Sep 22, 2005

When the Twin Towers fell, George Bush and his folks wasted very little time (give or take seven minutes reading a children’s book) in deciding that this act of seemingly unimaginable violence needed resolve and force, and that showing strength would unify the American people. Even I wanted to ...