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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...introductory comp meeting. “There were clouds of smoke, glasses of red wine, people laughing at little jokes one of them would tell,” says Bernstein. “It was scary and just really bizarre, and I remember just sitting there on the floor, keeping my head down.” Despite an intimidating first impression, Bernstein is now undeniably at ease at the Advocate, which he describes as a home away from home. “It’s really come to feel like a community,” Bernstein says. Fittingly...

Author: By Liyun Jin, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: 'Advokats' In The Hous | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

When I wake up I can tell that I’m on the third or fourth floor of a big house, not an entirely unfamiliar one, but one that I’ve been in two, maybe even three times before.I can tell that I’m the first, the only one, awake. It’s not so familiar that I don’t have to look for the bathroom, so I shuffle around in the thick shag carpeting until I find it, behind a crudely painted white door that hangs ajar amidst winter sunlight. It?...

Author: By David L Rice, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Dawson's Creaak | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...Your name.” I put my drink down on the floor, between the carpet and the wall. I’m starting to feel a little weird. I thought she was more experienced than she’s acting, and I can’t see things going very well if I have to initiate...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...kind of a sign. Some heavenly sign that would give me the courage and fortitude to complete my mission. And then it came. I saw Katie look in my direction. If she actually looked directly at me, I have no idea, because I instantly sent my gaze to the floor. But she looked in my direction nonetheless. That was the sign I was looking for. The green light. I decided that right after class got out, I would go home a different way. I would go home the way she went home. Then, somehow I would talk...

Author: By Jonathan E. Mayer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Memento | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...There were clouds of smoke, glasses of red wine, people laughing at little jokes one of them would tell,” says Bernstein. “It was scary and just really bizarre, and I remember just sitting there on the floor, keeping my head down...

Author: By Liyun Jin, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: ‘Advokats’ In The House | 4/15/2009 | See Source »

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