Word: somehows
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...without swipe cards, in an isolated and self-sufficient community. Alex C. A. Kaufman '02 says, "if you do the most difficult chores, you'll end up working 4 hours a week at least." They make their bread, mix their juice, clean their toilets, churn their compost, and somehow have time to do their homework...
...Phil and Adam, ever charming, invited us all to South Carolina to the next big "Hardball" event. However, after an unbelievable influx of media and politics--a real "out of the box" experience--we had to return home to fair Harvard. Somehow, the real world looked a whole lot better--if politics can count as reality. We watched the lights come down from the rafters and Chris Matthews slip into trench coat to depart. For most of New Hampshire, the night was over. Gore and McCain were surely going to bed happy only to wake up to another...
...when I could no longer concentrate on my reading--I felt like I was practically going insane," said a sophomore graffiti writer who wishes to remain anonymous for this article. "I needed to be alone, and the only place I could go was the bathroom, and by fate, I somehow ended up in that wonderful stall. What amazes me so much is the raw honestly of the writings. It's a place where things are understood, where you can express those things you only think when the Harvard world goes away for a moment and you have time to look...
...from me. On the other side of that curtain is seated the privileged few; the mile-high club, as it were. Depending on your fluency in doublespeak, they may be First Class citizens of the airplane; they may be BusinessFirst(tm). Regardless, the curtain makes my economy seat seem somehow unchaste. For them, drinks before take-off, and service anytime, even when the fasten-seatbelt sign is illuminated by Der Fuhrer in the cockpit. For me, a sip of air conditioning refuse at the whim of the machine...
...toying with the shoes. But after sliding her feet in and out of the openings, she noticed her shoes felt several sizes too big. "I thought I was playing with mine, but I was playing with his," she shrieks. Her sneakers began on her side of the carrel, but somehow migrated to the man's feet. And his shoes were perfectly pointed in front of her feet, just waiting for her to slide in her socked foot...