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...will be worse." She knows something about being teased because of a developmentally delayed older brother whom the other kids call retarded. Kids who get mocked because they don't have cool clothes find a soul mate in Ron. "If you took all three and put them into a blender, you'd get me," says Ryan Gepperth, 12, of Chicago. "I like to try new things, like Harry. I love reading, like Hermione. And I have problems of my own, like Ron," says Ryan, a husky boy with tousled brown hair. "Ron gets made fun of a lot because...
Grill tomato, onion, peppers and garlic until the skin of each is slightly charred. Combine the grilled mixture and the remaining ingredients in a blender. Blend to desired consistency (Whitchurch likes it thin and runny). Let flavors mingle in the fridge overnight. Enjoy with chips, over salad, or in other favorite recipes...
...trek to DeWolfe pays off, especially with field hockey vet Elizabeth A. Whitman ’05 manning the blender. “What would you like?” she asks the posse, “Juice? Soda? Daiquiris?” Hesitant to choose door number three—either out of respect for their athletic regimen or fear of the omnipresent eye of FM—the girls glance nervously at one another. FM selflessly volunteers to sample the goods, thereby putting the newbies at ease. A daiquiri or five later, the first-years are embroiled...
...year-old mother and grandmother likes to describe herself as Bush's conduit to the woman in the kitchen, who gets her news through the whir of the blender and the toddler scratching for a juice box. References in Bush's speeches to waitresses, Afghan women and Palestinian and Israeli mothers all bear her mark. She has successfully pushed to moderate the President's image, if not his policies, on health care (persuading him to embrace HMO legislation) and the environment, after his rejection of tough arsenic standards and a treaty on global warming. When piecemeal statements on the Middle...
...have always referred to the Harvard experience as a blender. It kind of slices you up and twirls you around, and the object of the game is to somehow put yourself back together. The woman who I have reassembled is much different than she once was. She feels no need to reinvent herself. More than anything else, my relationships at this school have made me more comfortable with myself and with the decisions I will have to make. And I owe much of this to my Harvard angels, all the people who have knowingly or unknowingly stepped into my memory...