Word: used
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...front of the classroom, "Mr. Arribas" discusses today's poem with enthusiasm, urging the students to analyze and personalize Crane's use of figurative language. Soon, even the sleepiest students are volunteering to read aloud and to offer their own interpretations. By day, "Mr. Arribas" commands the respect and attention of these teenagers. By night, he doubles as Lucas Arribas Layton'00, an English concentrator living in Adams House...
...that he is the president of the Community Research Initiative on AIDS. The bubbles themselves look like knots tied on a rope, but condensed, without any space between them. Covering the entire surface of a canvas, they begin to look organic, slimy, alive; indeed, they look like cells. The use of transparent color to isolate certain groups of cells relates directly to AIDS; the identification of certain vessels indicates foreigners, intruders within a common landscape...
...Harvard defense proved to be in need of serious fine-tuning after giving up four goals in the final period against Brown. Goalie Crystal Springer could use a little bit of a confidence boost too, having had two rough third periods in her three games since returning from a collarbone injury. Springer also gave up three goals in the third to Yale...
...choreography paralleled by impeccable singing. Choreographer Kimberlee Garris ??, co-captain of the Crimson Dance Team, has put together routines that are not only perfectly executed by the dancers, but truly original; one of the best parts of the show is during a musical number in which the Follies Girls use metal tins--pizza pans, to be precise--as props against which they first kick their heels and then later, much to the amazement of the audience, actually tap dance upon...
...circumstances, low-rent pro wrestling is so flimsy and fake that it would be difficult to get oneself excited by it. But suitably starved for thrills, this crowd of 500 or so camouflage-clad boot campers swallowed the whole show with a hoot and a holler. We (and I use the pronoun liberally) dangled candy in front of the fat wrestlers, yelled for push-ups from the fit ones, and screamed platoon slogans at one another. The usual stuff, and loved by most. The Army is full of wrestling fans, like your local bar - and for a couple of hours...