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Iraq: Burqas, Sand, and More!

You know how some mornings you wake up naked in a dumpster in Baltimore? Me neither. Just checking. A better question to ask would be this: do you, the reader, know what it is that makes America great? The answer is obvious: America is a free country. Iraq, on the other hand, is clearly not…

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Confucius Says

It’s negative three degrees outside and there’s enough snow to make a patriarchal Eskimo village. You’re nearly at the end of Winter Term, and the excessive sanding on the paths and barely-functioning heaters are getting to you. You’ve already lost the power to mold your lips into that gleaming smile for which you’re oh-so-famous. What…

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A Boy and His Pet Monster

On that beautiful Friday, the day the Spanish refer to as “La Dia de la Head of la Escuela,” (Head of School Day) I trudged my way over to the humble, centrally located dorm of Bartlet. I was not heading over to Bartlet just for the chance of seeing Stephen Fee ’03 in his underpants….

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Adherent to the Administration

With only two weeks left in the term, I’m starting to get to a bad stage in my psyche. Like listening to Celine Dion, Andover can be great at first (and I mean really great), but become worse and worse as time goes on. There’s only so much your mind can handle before you start…

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The Mind of a Monkey

Thus far, my experiences with The Phillipian and the Features section, in particular, have been like a melodramatic soap opera: full of ups and downs, heartbreak, brain tumors, and pregnant inter-family lovers: namely, my Jewish paramour Jenny Wong ’04. Although I’ve had the privilege…or should I say pleasure, of working with the likes of Co-Editors-In-Chief/family…

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