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...police knelt and worked for hours to separate the prone demonstrators who were chained together, finally freeing their hands, which emerged from the pipes with chains still dangling around sweat-soaked layers of athletic tape...

Author: By Matthew F. Quirk, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Protesters Gather in Philidelphia | 8/4/2000 | See Source »

...much like their falls, winters and springs--at school. As part of the push for higher academic standards, at least 25% of school districts--and twice that number in poor, urban areas--mandate summer school for struggling students. In Miami, Chicago and St. Louis, more than 40% of students sweat through summer school. That's in addition to the growing number who enlist voluntarily. Public high school students in Portland are paying for summer courses. New Orleans has turned students away...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Summertime and School Isn't Easy | 7/31/2000 | See Source »

...sorting faxes, my tie uncomfortably riding up my neck, my feet aching within my boxy, ill-fitting brown shoes. Standing there was a tall man with braids sticking out from under his neon-orange helmet. He wore tight red shorts and his muscles, everywhere, were coated with sweat...

Author: By Adam I. Arenson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Courier Culture | 7/21/2000 | See Source »

...slow afternoon as I read faxes, kept an eye on the websites and waited (as all newspaper reporters must) for vital phone calls to be returned. The courier had swaggered in here, out of breath--not much older than me, I figured. The look of him wiping sweat from his brow as he left the office stayed with...

Author: By Adam I. Arenson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Courier Culture | 7/21/2000 | See Source »

...DELHI, India--Every night I go to sleep wearing Delhi. Try as I may to disrobe, to wash the city from my skin, I remain clothed in the urban masala of textures and smells that seasons the ancient metropolis on the banks of the Yamuna River. A drop of sweat lies delicately between my eyes, a saree of dirt and exhaust, pleated six times at my waist and draped over my shoulder, enshrouds my body and defends my modesty from the menacing eyes of the dark. And as I lay in bed, immobilized by the heat, with the dissonant smells...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Real Urban Outfitter | 7/14/2000 | See Source »

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