Word: onto
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sentinels, pouncing upon each girl as she entered the dorm: "What did you do tonight?" (Avuncular whine) "Who were you with?" (Leer) "Were his roommates there?" (Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed for God knew what, and returning at dawn...
...schedules for studying, I discovered to my horror that I had three exams in three days. Had I read the catalogue more carefully, received better advice, I could have avoided that misery; as it was, I entered exam period with the sick feeling of a rookie paratrooper plummeting down onto a field of land mines...
...thought. This was the American conflict I had prayed someday to see: little guy in drag wheeling and kicking and crippling his clean-cut detractors, nylons ripping, wig flying off onto the ground, neck-ties shredded and doffed underfoot...
...presidential limousine drove down Bardstown's main street, it was engulfed by people stretching out their hands and shouting, "Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!" Carter impulsively climbed onto the car's roof. As the auto moved slowly ahead, the President sprawled on its top, his legs dangling awkwardly over the windshield, a nervous Secret Service agent reaching up to grab his arm and keep him from falling. Through it all, Carter grinned delightedly. From his perilous perch, he reached out to the people. At least from his viewpoint, Carter's post-Camp David drive to get back in touch...
...food is cheap and exquisite, and the electric atmosphere is both friendly and engrossing at once. But the experience is a foreign one for the most--the spectacle of that painted statue parading down Salem St. with hundreds of howling citizens begging to pin whatever they can afford onto its breast is both repelling and gracious. In America, money seems to accomplish more than prayer, and the religious festival originated in its current form at the turn of the century, when Little Italies sprawled across cities like Boston and New York, full of poor but faithful immigrants...