Word: papering
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...cliche that jocks and cheerleaders rule, but it is largely true. While others plod through high school, they glide: their exploits celebrated in pep rallies and recorded in the school paper and in trophy cases. "The jocks and the cheerleaders, yes, have the most clout," says Blake McConnell, a student at Sprayberry High School near Atlanta. "They get out of punishment--even with the police. Joe Blow has a wreck and has been drinking, and he gets the book thrown at him. The quarterback gets busted, and he gets a lighter sentence...
...frequent bus stops at the cities of Parody, Satire, and Random Joke. In one minute-long exchange, three of the students list their current assignments in an attempt to decide who has the hardest schedule; militantly feministic Meredith (Sarah Meyers '02) wins with--among other things--a position paper on the "exploitation of the Chilean sea urchin." Billy (Amias Moore-Gerety '02) spews bad double-entendres with annoying regularity; after his girlfriends desert him, he perks up at thoughts of prefrosh virgins. When Al Gore-ish, IOP-loving Jack Canaday (James Benenson '02) discovers that Valerie (Jessica Kirshner...
...frequent bus stops at the cities of Parody, Satire, and Random Joke. In one minute-long exchange, three of the students list their current assignments in an attempt to decide who has the hardest schedule; militantly feministic Meredith (Sarah Meyers '02) wins with--among other things--a position paper on the "exploitation of the Chilean sea urchin." Billy (Amias Moore-Gerety '02) spews bad double-entendres with annoying regularity; after his girlfriends desert him, he perks up at thoughts of prefrosh virgins. When Al Gore-ish, IOP-loving Jack Canaday (James Benenson '02) discovers that Valerie (Jessica Kirshner...
Over the past few years, I have developed the bad habit of writing down notes on scraps of paper, inserting them into pockets of my wallet and then completely forgetting their whereabouts. A spring cleaning of my wallet recently turned up the business card of an Icelandic air-traffic controller, several unnamed phone numbers and a plethora of crumpled receipts, each bearing some scrawled epiphany that time has rendered completely unintelligible...
...Sunday nights at Chicago's Green Mill. After the evening's feature and open mike cleared the stage, judges were selected from the audience and given scorecards, and "rival" poets went head to head, poem by poem, for the approval of the bar. What was great on paper wasn't always a crowd-pleaser. To win, a poem had to have more than literary merit--it had to wrench the words from their passivity on the page...