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Spearhead with Mommy

“No thank you,” my mother said politely declining the joint a scrappy twenty-something stoner offered her. To some, it might seem bizarre to have complete strangers offer your parents drugs. By this point in the evening, though, nothing could faze me.

If someone had predicted this situation a mere week earlier, I would have bet my very life against them.

By the Voice Staff April 29, 2004

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Enslaved by Zara

I see it. I am on a path toward it. Nothing will deter me now. With arms shaking under a load of acrylics and wool knits, I look straight ahead and imagine myself there-at the red and orange clothing rack across the room. The obstacles ahead present a challenge: meandering customers with wandering eyes, glancing at the shiny white walls in search of the perfect evening ensemble, a smart suit or a sales associate to assist them with their shopping needs.

By the Voice Staff April 29, 2004

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Veggie nuts

Alex Johnston (SFS ‘07) plans on taking next year off to pursue an exciting career in the budding “nutraceutical industry.” Then he plans on retiring. “My parents made me promise that after I retire I’ll come back to my studies,” he says. But that doesn’t make it any easier for a budding millionaire to concentrate on school.

By the Voice Staff April 22, 2004

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All the best cheerleaders get murdered

In 1991, a Mrs. Wanda Halloway was imprisoned for six months for plotting to kill Verna Heath, a prospective cheerleader, in an attempt to clear a spot for her own daughter on the cheerleading squad. This sordid tale has recently been adapted into a made-for-TV-movie.

By the Voice Staff April 22, 2004

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Another pint for the expatriate

It was beautiful, really. Craning my neck to see past the crowd, I spotted my friend take hold of the two pints of Guinness from the bar and begin to weave his way through the throngs of the tipsy back to our table. He bumped into people, sure-it was impossible not to-but not even a drop of foam, let alone beer, skated down the sides of the glasses.

By the Voice Staff April 22, 2004

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Read into this writing

I’m reading a book, and it’s a good book, but that’s just the problem. In the thick of the text, when plots and characters and language merge, and when scenes connect and stories layer, it all makes just too much sense. The details fit too well. The book crested into its crescendo, and I felt pressed to escape back into reality, back into my own head where questions are more common than manicured realities.

By the Voice Staff April 15, 2004

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GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!

Athletic traditionalists in America have decried the on-the-field antics of modern professional athletes, which they warn have trickled down to youth playing fields. They are nostalgic for the days when a player would just hand the ball back to the referee instead of working on his dance moves in the end zone.

By the Voice Staff April 15, 2004

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Education is costly, sleep is priceless

Once again, the time has come to register for classes. Most people pretend that they choose their classes for their academic value, challenging topics, famous professors or utility. Others, like me, will admit that although these concepts linger in the back of their minds, in truth, their registration choices are largely driven by an innate laziness.

By the Voice Staff April 15, 2004

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Correction

The Georgetown Voice takes mistakes seriously. We correct all errors of substance in our stories and publish appropriate clarifications as soon as possible.

By the Voice Staff April 1, 2004

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Georgetown’s colorful past

VOICES BY DONALD SHERMAN In the spring of 2000, students rallied in Red Square demanding that Georgetown University’s administration respond to racial discrimination and threats of violence on campus. The local news media interviewed student leaders and published stories highlighting these pockets of ignorance within our community and their effect on student life.

By the Voice Staff April 1, 2004

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Here, child, finish your nothing!

It’s dark inside the room where I sit with the blinds drawn and the door locked, the only source of light a faint glow emanating from the tip of my cigarette. I’m naked, slumped in a chair with my shoulders hunched forward and squinting into the shadows around me, a half pot of cold coffee sitting next to me on the desk.

By the Voice Staff April 1, 2004

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Born to run

It’s late February in Yates Field House. All of the treadmills and stair climbers are in use and students eagerly wait in line for their turn to exercise. The runners trot along while watching ESPN, witnessing a thrilling intramural basketball game head into six overtimes, or staring at the cracks in the wall.

By the Voice Staff April 1, 2004

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Letter to the Editor

Unfair portrayal of British media