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...roommate Dave is chasing the dream. With laser-like focus on scoring a career in baseball, he drove to sunny Pittsburgh this weekend to explore an opportunity...

Author: By Alex Mcphillips, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: BAMMA SLAMMA | 10/4/2005 | See Source »

Among other things, this summer I drove chemicals to warehouses in New Jersey. I ended up with this unlikely job after I somehow managed to miss every substantial resume and interview deadline offered by the big companies on Wall Street handing out junior-year internships. Quickly, I had to deal with endless nagging from my mom about how my future was ebbing away, how the dream that was college life was soon to end, and how soon I would be lucky if the Spare Change guy would even give me the time of day as I panhandled on the streets...

Author: By Andrew Kreicher, | Title: May I Have Your Business Card? | 9/30/2005 | See Source »

...left town with six friends, driving to Memphis to stay with one of their families. It was supposed to be a “hurricane vacation,” a chance to get out of New Orleans while yet another storm drove past the city. Last September, for Hurricane Ivan, Noero rode with some frat buddies all the way to Houston, where they went to concerts and bars as if they had planned the trip all along...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: From The Boot to The Square | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...next day, as flooding and lawlessness took over her city, Noero got in the car with one friend and drove to her hometown of St. Louis, Missouri. She was still considering simply skipping the semester, but when she realized that all her friends were applying for visiting status at other universities, she decided to follow suit...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: From The Boot to The Square | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...pass my 10 a.m. intersection, that corner where the smell of steamed crabs and the silence of bus-waiting workers collided. Instead I drove past my neighborhood’s bright blue archway—Fountainebleau Drive, it says—which, last I heard, was still standing. Fearing that if I stopped, I would stop and stay forever, I sped onto I-10, past the office highrises and across the water and finally into Mississippi...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Where I Was “Miss April” | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

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