Word: throatedly
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...reaction was when you heard that the scandal had broken? My head started filling with a white noise, as if it was going to explode. I could barely hear or be aware of anything else going on about me. It was as if somebody stuck their arm down my throat, grabbed my insides, turned them, and pulled them back out. It was a feeling of total and utter disbelief that everything you knew, you counted on, you planned and you worked 40 years for had just disappeared. It's one of the worst feelings I've ever felt...
...just punching the clock, simply helping kids decide if they need to take physics or chemistry before applying. They don't get to know the whole kid, or the whole family, which takes a lot of time. It's like a pediatrician. Some pediatricians just look at the throat of the kid and say, "You better take some pain reliever," and there are others who will say, "I notice you're tired, I notice that you seem stressed." It's looking at the kid as a whole that makes a great counselor different from a run-of-the-mill counselor...
...cover as many topics as possible. Just because you’re an art and architecture concentrator doesn’t mean that you won’t get to take your fair share of math and science courses (in fact, Gen Ed will shove a few down your throat). And don’t forget about related field courses that count for credit in your concentration: literature, for instance, counts up to four semesters of foreign language, in addition to the required three classes from psychology, philosophy, linguistics or English. Other concentrations are separated into several...
...worked with songwriter Aimee Mann, country singer Brad Paisley and the electronic duo Lemon Jelly. Who else would you like to work with? Anybody. Any well-known musician would be a prime victim of mine. I would jump on their backs and stick my needle-like teeth in their throat and suck their musical blood. [Laughs...
...only after the dancers had left the stage and the lights had gone up that I was able to appreciate how deeply flamenco sucks in the audience. My pulse was racing and my throat was dry, almost as if I had been up there on the stage myself...