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...recalls, “there were 10 seats and there were 11 of us. Everyone sat down and I was the odd man out, so he came and sat with me at another table. Yes, awww, isn’t Krish sweet? But that’s something I’ll always remember because, in a nugget, that’s what he’s about...

Author: By Juliet J. Chung, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Being Everyone's Neighbor | 6/5/2003 | See Source »

...Sweet corn, tomatoes, bacon, sweet potatoes, fried chicken,” Watson gushes. “When I have money, I buy food or books...

Author: By Faryl Ury, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Latin Lives, and Speaks, For Currier Orator | 6/5/2003 | See Source »

...ronique: In a sweet, southern-tinged voice, Amy explains that we’re going to do stunts, in which extremely tiny girls (“fliers”) are flung into the air, do a somersault, and are then caught by strong, capable people. I am clearly not one of these people, but am assigned to catch anyway.  In a position usually intended for large, supple men, I am a disaster. I lack the strength to propel my flier into the air. After a few tries, and boosted by the saccharine encouragements of the team...

Author: By V.e. Hyland and K.l. Jobson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERS | Title: Cheer Up! | 6/4/2003 | See Source »

While it was good looks that initially attracted her to Cornish, she says that she found he was more than just a pretty face. “He’s actually really sweet and really friendly and always says hello when he sees me,” she says. Tselentis arrives in a gray Harvard T-shirt, and before sitting down, the boys, who both grew up in South Africa, recount the drunken details of the preceding evening. Yevglevskaya-Wayne doesn’t mind overhearing the charming tones of their exotic accents...

Author: By The CRIMSON Staff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: I Wish . . . | 6/4/2003 | See Source »

...when my parents decided to take me to this pizza place they loved when they were in college. I used to sit with my father on the big stone benches in the Square and “watch the world go by” as we listened to the sweet folk music of the street musicians. I saw the street performers and heard the musicians again as a first-year here, and when their music resonated within me I wondered how this place could ever become mine...

Author: By Daniela J. Lamas, | Title: My Father's Dorm Room | 6/4/2003 | See Source »

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