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...during spring break we drove out to Walden Pond and spent the afternoon taking photos—a refuge away from the stresses of campus...

Author: By Jennifer 8. Lee | Title: About Alison | 5/27/2010 | See Source »

...They spent time as pen pals first, but before they reconnected face-to-face, Antonio—who requested that his last name not be printed—wrote that he knew there was something special about the woman writing back...

Author: By Clifford M. Marks, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Wedding: Maria Carla Chicuén ’10 and Antonio | 5/27/2010 | See Source »

Over entire days spent in Widener in the pursuit of my solitary thesis study, I watched the ebb and flow of people around me, the belly of the beast swelling to capacity in the early afternoon hours, dwindling around dinnertime at six, and emptying by closing at ten. Over the course of weeks, I came to know my fellow Widener devotees by their study habits, their preferred seats, and sometimes by their propensity toward flatulence. And if I found myself in Loker alone at the end of the night, as happened on a few occasions, I took advantage...

Author: By Anna E Sakellariadis | Title: Herr Widener | 5/26/2010 | See Source »

...perhaps in four years time I may change my mind. I may want to go to graduate school instead. After being a slacker overachiever in high school, I simply became a slacker. I figured I didn’t need good grades, because I was already at Harvard. I spent most of my freshman fall semester doing what my parents hadn’t let me do in high school, the really “important” things. My parents made me go to bed at 9 p.m. everyday, so I stayed up until 4 a.m., doing absolutely nothing...

Author: By Candace I. Munroe | Title: Four Years Later | 5/26/2010 | See Source »

...that I’m done with Harvard, I wish I weren’t looking back on my four years with regret, wishing I had spent my time differently. I’ve loved nearly every second of my time here. I can’t imagine going anywhere else. But there’s just so much more left to do and it’s sad to think that I’ve missed out. Things will never be the same. We will never be this young again. We will never have our closest friends living just...

Author: By Candace I. Munroe | Title: Four Years Later | 5/26/2010 | See Source »

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