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Up a Creek Without a Paddle
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 rally around him that afternoon. He…
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Getting Rid of a Few Distractions
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…
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Extra-Party Candidates
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.
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Failed Experiment?
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.
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A Weekend to Remember
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.
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The Road to Confidence Goes through Cancun
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.
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Taqueek’s Big Secret
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.
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The Girl of My Dreams, and My Nightmares Too
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.