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...enthralling Undergraduate Council gatherings at Loker or risk proctor-intervention during short-lived Yard parties. Lucky sophomore men are given the opportunity to punch, but the reality is that each of the eight clubs (which have memberships ranging from thirty to forty-five men) can only take ten to fifteen newcomers. This computation means around nine percent of undergraduate men belong to final clubs. So what are the other ninety percent doing? Sure, some men have friends in these exclusive organizations, but they are still far less agile in the final club hopping scene than those of us sans...
...game that could very well determine the eventual Ivy champion. Dartmouth (4-2-6, 2-0-2 Ivy), the Crimson and Yale are in a three-way tie for first in conference standings. And while Harvard is riding a five-game win streak in which it was scored fifteen goals—more than the Big Green has scored all year—its depleted lineup will leave it vulnerable...
...more memorably, by the Pixies during Mr. Black Francis/Frank Black’s original tenure with the group, none of the songs on the new double-album—which bookends the Pixies’ career Phase I—is destined to be a revelation. Disc One contains fifteen demos recorded by Mr. Francis (perhaps apocryphally) the day before the Pixies went into the studio to record their debut Come On Pilgrim; Disc Two offers almost as many remakes of Pixies songs recorded by Mr. Black just before the since-much-talked-about reunion. Disc One is, at most...
...always evident, unfortunately, is in the vocals, often coming across as either weak or too ornamental given the song material, and at times (“Where is My Mind?”) just plain silly. Particularly excessive is the disc’s final, whopping, fifteen-minute version of “Planet of Sound,” which expands the whirlwind-punch of the two-minute original into a lumbering hurricane (the phrase “fucking around” is repeated over forty-two times). With a few debatable moments, none of these songs is really better...
...time, took copious notes and attempted to participate in the “discussions” led by the all-knowing TF. As a second-semester senior, however, I’ve long since given up on the illusion that section is worth the effort. I now realize that fifteen disinterested students and a grad-student-cum-teacher will not lead to enlightenment and that an exchange of trite ideas will never make the Core curriculum more bearable. Nay, I know that section is usually deadening. After observing over 30 sections in the past seven semesters...