Word: loved
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...wanted to be an archaeologist since I was in first grade when I read a book on Cleopatra and the pharaoh's tombs in Egypt and just thought it was the coolest thing. I only looked at schools that had a lot of archaeology classes. I love being outside. It's sort of like a blue-collar job that you have to be educated for. It combines both worlds--like a construction worker with a degree. It's a hard day's labor, but at the same time learning about people who lived a long time ago and recreating stories...
...here I am at the Grille hanging out with the Fox guys. The thing I love about my friends is that I can let it all hang out--nothing I say is off limits. There's a nickname that I've taken on, almost like an alter ego: $wank. It was tagged on me by my blocking group. I'll introduce myself as Aaron, but a friend will come up and say you didn't go through four years of $wank school to be called Aaron. The first definition of $wank is smooth with a swagger walk. OK, fine...
...Fresh off that Crazy stage, Jenn storms FM with love and enthusiasm gushing in every direction. Unable to contain herself, she often develops strong feelings about her articles, be they about Harvard's Hottest or one of fifteen random seniors. She's still looking for people to initiate, but we have faith she'll find them someday. And when she does, we're sure you'll know about...
...always has the inside scoop and commits herself to exposing elitism in all its forms, from gold coast housing to swanky parking places. A Web Watcher like none other, Frances will bring a lot to the mag, provided she doesn't run off with some megabyte she meets on Love Connection...
...enough to be my older brother. Our problems were compounded when the first issue of the new guard was scheduled to appear during the week of Valentine s Day. It was decided by FM s conceptual whiz-kids that the theme of their endpaper would be "love." Unfortunately, these very same whiz-kids failed to recognize that, given my circumstances, of the six thousand undergraduates on this campus, I was the least appropriate person to expound on such a theme. Still, I was coerced, cajoled and bamboozled into ripping open my festering emotional wounds, all for the purpose of filling...