Word: self
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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NEVER HAS AN ARCHITECTURAL BLUNDER BEEN SO BRUTAL. "EXCUSE ME, PARDON ME," IS NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO HEAR BEHIND YOUR BACK WHILE POINTING PERCY AT THE PORCELAIN. URINALS BELONG IN THEIR OWN SELF-CONTAINED SPACE, NOT IN THE CAUSEWAY TO THE TOILETS...
When history books look back at Radcliffe College President Linda S. Wilson, their final chapters will tell a story of self-sacrifice...
...sets. The tiniest thing completely frustrated me. Everything with my mother was a fight. I couldn't be nice. I couldn't stop my overwhelming selfishness--everything was affecting me. How I felt. How I reacted. It was a feeling of dread--there was no way out of my self-obsession. What would I do if he died? Where would my mom and I go? I could not escape the constant image of my mother weeping. And her voice: "I hope he lives to see you graduate...
...even make time for them. I argue with them. I complain more. I get annoyed when they call and "disrupt " my schedule, and I can't stop myself. I was, and am, totally self-absorbed. I couldn't stop thinking how this would change my life--destroy my life. He started radiation one morning and I had tried to explain to two friends how this made me feel, but I couldn't, and the subject faded. I told a few people haphazardly. What did I expect them...
...frosh weekend began and ended dismally. Upon arrival I quickly shooed my dad away, determined to have a stab at college self-sufficiency. After calmly navigating the mess of paperwork, "warm fuzzies" and eager parents at the admissions office, I gratefully received my room assignment. At the time, the word "Currier" was just a name on paper--it did not signify "the Quad." My host had left me a message: I could drop off my things in her room but she wouldn't be there. Several inquiries and two wrong-turns later I found myself at the entrance to Currier...