Word: okay
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...most of my first year at Harvard, college wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be. It was fine, pretty fun, my classes were okay and I really liked my roommates, but somehow it wasn't as cinematic as I'd expected it to be. It wasn't the late nights of card games and deep talks I recognized from coming-of-age movies and my parents' sepia-toned reminiscences of their own time here, and it certainly wasn't Animal House (surprise, surprise). More often than not, it was a bunch of people trying just a little...
...really walk so well, but I don't really see that mild disability keeping her out of the job market. Discriminated against? No, nothing there, either." Fattism does keep people out of the job market. And it can make people miserable. Sadly enough, some people still think it's okay to ridicule fat people...
...have the light-hearted self-mocking tone of Clueless or the moody, pretentious tone of Cruel Intentions, the general theme of the movie is wonderfully formulaic. Indeed this clichd approach to high school works; the triteness of the plot renders this movie awfully comforting; everything always come out okay in the end: candied apples and lollipops for the good, dungeons and dragon-tails for the wicked. We don't really pay upwards of eight dollars to be squeezed into itchy seats or suck up five dollar watered-down Diet Cokes for the clever lines or the skimpy fashions. Instead...
...GIANTS -9.5 Eagles: Okay, the Eagles are not going to do very well this year. I have come to grips with this fact, and despite my reluctance to contribute in any way to the happiness of Christian Peter, I have to go with the Giants this week...
...despite this lack of support and patient teaching, my passion for stepping only keeps growing. For one thing, stepping just looks so cool. Okay, maybe me stepping doesn't look particularly cool, but CityStep still has this incredible hold over me. I try out new rhythms on my way to the Crimson, and late at night I try the occasional little clap-kick-step in my room. I hold out hope that somewhere inside of me is an incredibly coordinated, cool and spunky stepper...