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...cinematic raptures that almost resulted in my gagging on a popcorn kernel. In fourth grade, when every other girl in my class aspired to be Paula Abdul, I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. During this formative time, I underwent a mercifully brief period where I let Scarlett's Georgian accent bleed into my own speech. I got over it, thank God, about the same time I quit cuffing my jeans and threw out my jelly shoes. Here's a secret confession, though: I still want to be Scarlett O'Hara...
...cinematic raptures that almost resulted in my gagging on a popcorn kernel. In fourth grade, when every other girl in my class aspired to be Paula Abdul, I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. During this formative time, I underwent a mercifully brief period where I let Scarlett's Georgian accent bleed into my own speech. I got over it, thank God, about the same time I quit cuffing my jeans and threw out my jelly shoes. Here's a secret confession, though: I still want to be Scarlett O'Hara...
...under a car parked on the far curb. The skunk stopped me dead in my tracks--I figured it wouldn't attack unless provoked. But it was more than just fear of fumigation that quickened my pulse. The sight of such wildness, incongruous against the backdrop of red-brick Georgian houses, unsettled me in a way I can't completely describe. Why would a skunk go for a moonlight jog through Harvard's campus...
...born in Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, on Oct. 29, 1929, and is said to never have known his father, who by some accounts perished during the Stalinist purges of 1937. His parents seem to have separated before this, and Primakov was brought up in the Georgian capital of Tbilisi, where his mother Anna was a gynecologist attached to a local textile factory. The family home was a 14-sq-m room in a kommunalka--a communal apartment where kitchen and toilet facilities were shared by a number of families. He left Tbilisi for Moscow in the late 1940s...
Fifteen-year-old Alex McClendon was the classic new kid in town. When the lanky 5-ft. 5-in. freshman sashayed into Georgian Country Day School in Carrollton, Ga., heads turned to gaze at her blond coif and perfectly made-up face. Beyond the look, the popular Alex had a flair for style. Nothing could come between her and the Calvins that were her daily uniform. Nothing except the board of trustees at her private school, who "invited" Alex to withdraw. It wasn't just her pierced tongue that rankled, but something she had taken greater pains to conceal...