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The Eighth Page

Grumpy Old Men

This weekend I had the duty of getting off my large behind, being dragged from my Saturday cartoons, and traveling to watch a movie so that my fellow students could read a review. I had to make a decision between How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, Gods and Generals, Kangaroo Jack [the #1…

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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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A Few of my Favorite Things

The year is 1994. I, a young boy of eight with rosy, baby’s-posterior-soft cheeks and a winning smile, sit in a darkened movie theatre, crying. Images dance on the screen at which I stare, filling my heart with warmth. The film is The Lion King, and I have not been the same since. Flash forward…

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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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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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