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...Clad in a wrinkled button-down shirt and worn sweatshirt, Advocate President Sanders I. Bernstein ’10, a former Crimson Arts executive, looks the picture of a romanticized poet. With an unruly tangle of hair and dark circles under his eyes, he seems as if he hasn’t slept in three days, and rightly so: for the past week, Bernstein has basically lived at the Advocate in order to finalize the spring issue...
...explore the fields of Linguistics, Philosophy, and Visual and Environmental Studies in pursuit of an answer. If you enjoy debating the merits of spoken versus written word, or if you’ve got that well-traveled, inquisitive, and black-turtleneck-with-black-jeans-with-black-shoes-with-dark-rimmed-glasses look about you, Lit is where you belong...
Undergraduate Council members remained in the dark about the effects of University-wide budget cuts on the College as well as the potential ramifications of these cuts for the January term session after yesterday’s town hall meeting led by Dean of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences Michael D. Smith. Smith announced six working groups that would be charged with finding areas for cost-reductions throughout FAS. But according to Smith, it remains to be decided whether these committees would include students. Two committees, one dedicated to “student services” and the other...
Finally it was dark, and we started the arduous trek up through the village to the main road, where we would take a breather before continuing the climb up the mountain to the firebase. As soon as we got to the road we started the usual two-men-at-a-time sprint through exposed terrain to the humvee that was supposed to be waiting just around the corner, a kind of mobile hesco. Just as I turned the corner the night was ripped open with muzzle flashes. We had been ambushed...
...limbs and chests heaving to suck in oxygen. The smell of sweat intermingled with the scent of the mountain sage bushes we were crushing under our cumulative weight. My head rang with the sound of returning fire coming from the guy on my left as he aimed at the darkness below. Adam Ferguson, TIME's photographer, actually stood up to take pictures. It felt like we were taking fire from all sides, but in the dark it's hard to tell. But then, across the road, I could see muzzle flashes coming up from the hillside below. Our protective cocoon...