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...sleepwalker. One time I woke up in my underwear and a T-shirt in the Adams House tunnels. I had to call HUPD...

Author: By Victoria C. Hallett, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Roving Reporter | 2/18/2000 | See Source »

...managers, and comment on the attractiveness of the upcoming, female political analysts. This time, we really were going to be famous, because we were primped and prepped and handed a microphone. Again, in the front row of the set, next to an angry man in a dirty T-shirt who really wanted to ask a question about Gore, we tried to keep from eyeing the camera. Noah, holding a copy of The Crimson's endorsement of McCain and Bradley, was told to be brief--he was now an "official" commentator on the political scene. He twitched his shoulders...

Author: By Jennifer Y. Hyman and Frances G. Tilney, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Hit me with your best shot | 2/17/2000 | See Source »

...look down. A white T-shirt, khaki pants and running shoes with holes near the toes...

Author: By Jeremy N. Smith, | Title: Chatting With Our Brightest | 2/11/2000 | See Source »

...purple pleather jacket, black tights and stiletto heels, with rhinestone-studded hoop earrings and a can of what I'm sure was aerosol hairspray. It was becoming increasing clear that attire was key; a point I apparently needed some work on. Jeans were a must, but your WWF T-shirt declared true allegiance to the fraternity--to wear anything else was simply bad etiquette. The T-shirts diverged into two categories: the c.1986, neon-yellow version with the image of the Incredible Hulk airbrushed across the front, or the c.1999, brand-new, still-has-the-vendors-creases-in-it black...

Author: By Christina B. Rosenberger, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Is the WWF Spectacular Theater or Total Trash? A WWF Newbie's Account | 2/11/2000 | See Source »

...Harvard is a far more difficult process than it ought to be. About the time you're half-way across the courtyard (because it would be entirely too convenient for Harvard to have located laundry machines in the basement of every first-year dorm), you realize that a t-shirt, sweats and flip-flops aren't about to cut it when the temperature is 40 below. Of course, when you finally get to the laundry room, you find that the one deranged person who woke up before ten to do his laundry has used up all of the machines. Rather...

Author: By Benjamin D. Grizzle, | Title: Editorial Notebook: The Saturday Morning Ordeal | 2/9/2000 | See Source »

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