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...catastrophe prompted scenes of dread and supplication unusual even for strife-torn Kashmir. Families wandered the streets, refusing to return to their homes. Children and women wailed in the open. Schools, whose examination halls had been filled with students taking their high school diplomas, were deserted, answer sheets scattered on the floor. When the tremors hit, people rushed screaming into the street. When they found open ground, families began offering special naful prayers, while others knelt on the roadside and began reciting the Quran. Loudspeakers in the mosques urged the faithful to seek forgiveness. "I thought doomsday had fallen," said...
...monster. Wallace, the man, scoops up rabbits by the hundreds in his mighty Bun-Vac 6000 ("It blows and sucks"). Gromit, the pooch, gets involved in some World War I--style aerial combat with another canine--a real dogfight. At film's end, the heroine, Lady Tottington, and the dread Were-Rabbit have a housetop confrontation worthy of (i.e., stolen from) King Kong. The whole rollicking adventure zips along a mile a minute...
...further objection is to assigning freshmen to the Quad houses before their arrival, which would apparently condemn them to a miserable year of dread and anxiety. In reality, however, a year of being involved in the vibrant communities of the Quad houses is possibly the best way to attempt to alleviate the stigma of being Quad-ed. The adjustments that most Quad sophomores make in their first semester could be made gradually over a whole year, easing the transition to Harvards most remote Houses...
...back handspring and back tuck (though she kept going). None of that, however, compares to the sheer terror of getting a D, which could jeopardize her position on the team. Katie struggles at school, making mostly A's and B's, but the occasional C leaves her in constant dread. "Every time I get my report card, I'm like, 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,'" she says, hands fanning her face...
Having gone to high school in Manhattan I am no stranger to the daily commute. This only increased my dread of what I knew would become a stressful daily routine in order to get to midtown Manhattan from my home in Brooklyn. I would have to pay $2 for the pleasure of waiting in a hot, sticky and smelly station. When a train finally came, the only car with seats would be the one where the air conditioning was broken. If I chose air conditioning over a seat, I knew I could expect a ride crammed in with fellow commuters...