Word: briefed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Everybody was unhappy. It was only a matter of coordination." From his fortified villa in the mainland province of Rio Muni, where he had lived in seclusion for the past two years, Macias put up a brief fight, then fled into the jungle. But first, he burned a huge pile of banknotes: some $105 million in Guinean and foreign currency, or just about all the cash in the country, which he had gathered up before he retired to the villa...
...makes for speed. Trials without jury are brief; the more defendants who opt for them-and most do-the faster the Philadelphia courts can dispose of their huge case loads. Judge White likes to "move the business" right along; he hears three or four cases a day, disposes of 15 a week. The day begins at 9:30 or 10, when the judge, clad in his black robe, enters his small, drab courtroom through its single door. White says he deplores the lack of a private entryway to his chambers; it means he has to come in the same...
...career, I had concluded that I had too much of a tendency towards lassitude to gain admission to an elite college by garnering an impressive joker in the housing office had read my thorough, if slightly arrogant, application and gleefully selected someone with every trait I detested. In our brief, mutually wary encounter, I discovered that she was a chemistry fanatic who went to bed at 10 p.m. and got up at 6 a.m. (I never go to bed before 3 a.m. and I never get up before 10 a.m.), loved Celtic harp music and Gregorian chants, and belonged...
Getting into freshman seminars is a game of wits and perseverance. The applications are a gamble--if you're lucky you get an interview. Write a clear, brief essay and don't show off. Once you get in the professor's office, you'll have plenty of time for song and dance. Find out who you're talking to, and ask questions that show you are interested...
...good idea of what I wanted--and didn't want--in a roommate. Three minutes of conversation with Ellen convinced me that some joker in the housing office had read my thorough, if slightly arrogant, application and gleefully selected someone with every trait I detested. In our brief, mutually wary encounter, I discovered that she was a chemistry fanatic who went to bed at 10 p.m. and got up at 6 a.m. (I never go to bed before 3 a.m. and I never get up before 10 a.m.), loved Celtic harp music and Gregorian chants, and belonged to the Spartacus...