Word: camper
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...month the debate was reopened when Arthur Booker, 62, wandered down to retrieve his crab pots on the mangrove-lined banks of the Endeavour River, near Cooktown, in the northeastern state of Queensland. Lying in wait was a large crocodile, which is thought to have dragged the Scottish-born camper into the water and eaten him, leaving only his sandals, watch and video camera beside a huge belly-slide mark...
...Representatives saved us from the greedy fingers of Wall Street. Rather than surrender a single nickel of taxpayer money to the mob that gave us Alt-A mortgages, collateralized debt obligations (CDOs) and credit-default swaps, the House voted down the big bailout. Mr. Market was a very unhappy camper, dropping 777 points and change - or $1.2 trillion in market value. "This is a huge cow patty with a piece of marshmallow stuck in the middle of it, and I am not going to eat that cow patty," vowed Representative Paul Broun, Republican of Georgia...
...prepare for Harvard? CD: In Australia, high school finishes in December, but I was going to start the school year in September, so I had nine months to myself. I went to London and worked as a secretary and saved my money, and then I drove a camper van around Europe for two months before I went to Harvard. 5. FM: What was your concentration? CD: I was a joint concentrator in Social Anthropology and Visual and Environmental Studies. 6. FM: Not your typical pre-professional route.CD: My sister was very interested in fiction film and she was already...
...while freshman Facebook statuses bemoaning its conclusion have begun to pop up across the Harvard network, I can’t help but question the legitimacy of this nostalgia. Because, to be quite frank, Harvard is populated by a group of people who were undoubtedly painfully awkward campers in childhood, and why any such camper would virtually pine for a return to the contrived, queasy confines of any camp-like situation beguiles me. Flash back to the summer of 1998. Imagine Peter, my twenty-something camp counselor, struggling to silence a hot room full of rowdy pre-teens. Silently sitting...
...Tell me one thing that nobody here knows about you,” one camper, Nathan, said. We went around in a circle. The answers were pretty much confined to petty theft and vandalism. Then, my turn...