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...favorite stories to tell goes like this: we were all sitting around our television on the night of Super Bowl XLIII, when one of my blockmates, in an attempt to show off his sports knowledge, said, “Oh man, Kurt Warner just got hit hard!”  He then continued, a bit perplexed, “Hey, but why did the ref just drop his yellow napkin?” To this faux pas I immediately responded with a deep, guttural laugh.  I was (this is the important part of the story...

Author: By Alexander J. Ratner, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Not Your Average Couch Potato | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

Liberal arts colleges were particularly hard hit by the decrease in charitable giving, seeing an 18.3 percent decline in gifts...

Author: By Elias J. Groll, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Gifts to Major Colleges Decline | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

...probably end up on the fairway. Of course, that was when my aim suddenly became accurate; I had to take four swings, and hit four trees, before I managed to make it out of the woods. Yet by the end of J-Term, after putting in a lot of hard work, I did successfully manage to play a few full rounds of 18 holes without embarrassing myself...

Author: By Kerry A. Goodenow, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Golfing with the Ladies Club | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

...It’s always been hard to get funded,” Huang says. “We have to show them we’re able to do this...

Author: By William N. White, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Stimulus Becomes a Life Line | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

...humiliation. Rather than feel bad for the poor girl, standing alongside her dad with the beautiful baritone, my sisters and I started laughing. At first our laughter was controlled, almost squelched. But once one of my sisters released an indelicate, indecorous snort, my control waned. I started laughing so hard that I quaked. I held my hair in front of my face and pinched my legs, but no matter how hard I bit down on my lower lip or tried to imagine that it was I being humiliated on stage, I could not stop shaking, sobbing silently with utter exuberance...

Author: By Elyssa A. L. Spitzer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Carolina Christmas | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

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