Search Details

Word: almost (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2010-2019
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...After an almost-missed, last-one-to-board-the-plane flight from Nicaragua to Miami to Honduras, my roommate and I were off to visit the orphanage I taught at last summer in the city of La Ceiba. Seeing the same 22 faces that I lived with this past June reminded me that, in spite of all that has happened since the summer, nothing had changed in my relationship with these kids. The important things—the songs we danced to (“Te Amo” by Makano), the English expressions I taught them...

Author: By Meredith C. Baker, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: La Vida Sencilla | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

...early 90s, this phrase was almost entirely confined to the set of “Melrose Place” and to aerobics classes filled with expectant mothers wearing ASICS and sporting flimsy nylon gym bags.  It was eventually adopted by 50-year-old divorcée art gallery owners with raspy smoker’s voices who wear sunglasses inside and keep their dogs inside their stores.  You know the type of person I’m talking about?  Take your average HAA concentrator, minus the subtle pedantic braggadocio and flowing scarf...

Author: By Mark A. Pacult, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Hate It: "Let's Do Lunch!" | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

Researchers awarded stimulus grants were able to start working “almost immediately,” Mitchison says—unlike in previous years, when they often waited a few months to receive the funds...

Author: By William N. White, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Stimulus Becomes a Life Line | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

...felt devolved into a broadening grin, then a suppressed giggle, then burgeoning self-consciousness at my inappropriate response to her humiliation. Rather than feel bad for the poor girl, standing alongside her dad with the beautiful baritone, my sisters and I started laughing. At first our laughter was controlled, almost squelched. But once one of my sisters released an indelicate, indecorous snort, my control waned. I started laughing so hard that I quaked. I held my hair in front of my face and pinched my legs, but no matter how hard I bit down on my lower lip or tried...

Author: By Elyssa A. L. Spitzer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Carolina Christmas | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

Watch time: 7:17 p.m. If I were still on my semester abroad, I would be walking beneath the almost 40 kilometers of porticos that line the streets of Bologna, Italy, on my way to an aperitivo—technically a before-dinner drink, but with a buffet of appetizers that served as our dinner...

Author: By Elizabeth C. Pezza, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Clocking the Hours | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

Previous | 97 | 98 | 99 | 100 | 101 | 102 | 103 | 104 | 105 | 106 | 107 | 108 | 109 | 110 | 111 | 112 | 113 | 114 | 115 | 116 | 117 | Next