Word: couchful
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Last Tuesday, I got really drunk at a certain Square establishment. I apparently made it to the Quincy lobby and passed out on the couch, because two tutors shook me awake the next morning and told me that I should go to my room and wash the pen off my face before anyone else saw me. Not only am I too embarrassed to go back to the bar where I puked in the bathroom, but now I’m also embarrassed to ever go to Quincy again. Thoughts...
...tutors, well, they were college kids once too. They have seen drunk people before, and probably have had their fair share of “crazy night” stories. As with the bar experience, you aren’t the first to pass out on that couch. It really is quite convenient and at least you passed out there instead of on Plympton Street...
...maybe you’re more likely to go get it,” Wiecha said. “This is the first time that we have evidence that television drives up calorie intake, independent of exercise.” To test the correlation between calories and couch potatoes, the Harvard researchers—including Wiecha, Professor of the Practice of Health Sociology Steven L. Gortmaker, Associate Professor of Nutrition and Society Karen E. Peterson, Research Fellow Juhee Kim, and Associate Professor of Pediatrics David S. Ludwig—conducted an observational study with over 500 children in four Boston...
...summer. Lidia Rekas, who has known Shakir since they were both in fifth grade, said that her last memory of Shakir was when Shakir helped her prepare for the Graduate Management Admission Test. “We stayed up all night and ate pizza and I slept on her couch that night,” Rekas said. “Shirin’s absence leaves me with a huge hole in my heart.” Rekas, a frequent triathlon competitor, said that she was participating in the Ironman, considered the most grueling of triathlons, in July, and that...
...SHIFRA B. MINCERCrimson Staff WriterLouisa Solano first walked into a dusty Grolier Poetry Shop, nestled on tree-lined Plympton Street, when she was 15 years old. Used books were piled on a couch, along with the store owner’s mail. Despite the disarray, she immediately fell in love with the shop.“Someday I am going to own this store,” she said to herself. “When I told my mother that. she said: ‘Be careful what you wish for. You might...