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Struggling to truly forgive Cho

I hated everything about Seung-Hui Cho, and I finally realized that hatred is what got us here in the first place.

By David Loebsack May 3, 2007

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A lack of Sports Information

What makes a good story? Access.

By Kathryn Brand April 26, 2007

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This Georgetown Life: Later, Lassie

This Georgetown Life is a collection of stories by Georgetown students all based on the same theme. We’ll be right back with a cute lil’ David Sedaris story.

By the Voice Staff April 26, 2007

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Carrying on: NAA: News Addicts Anonymous

Hi. My name is Michael and I’m a news addict.

By Michael Bruns April 26, 2007

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Her Adam’s apple gave it away

If I have to suffer through a 14-hour bus ride, I’m willing to talk to whomever fate places in the neighboring seat. When my partner on the ride south from Bangkok happened to be a Thai girl, I was prepared to combat any language barrier that might stand between us. At least I could fill the stale air with my own voice.

By Kent Elliott April 26, 2007

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Attention men: will date for food

It started last summer, when I was living in LXR sans meal-plan. My plan to take the GUTS bus to Safeway and cook my own food evaporated the moment I walked into Statistics with Exploratory Data Analysis. From that cursed day on, every spare moment was devoted to plotting regressions while murmuring, “O please dear God, Jesus, Allah, help me not to fail this class,” leaving me no time for my grand culinary plan. For about a week, my diet consisted primarily of microwave popcorn and the occasional Hershey’s bar from the first-floor vending machine.

By Sarah Harman April 19, 2007

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Ballin’ on a budget at G’town

April is the cruelest month. Just ask anyone rushing to finish those tax forms. While university undergrads are spared the brunt of this burden (possibly the best perk of not having any real career to speak of), April brings its own annoyance to many of us in the collegiate crowd: it’s when Georgetown wants those financial aid forms.

By Marco Cerna April 19, 2007

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Carrying on: Shock and awe in French “porn”

I fancy myself an intellectual, the equally passionate and jaded American youth born of a hodgepodge of F. Scott and Zelda, Stephen King and Thomas Jefferson. I am supposedly above the WASP prudery of my elders and my peers who, I can’t help but assume, take little interest in anything but investment banking. Nothing shocks me. I look at sex and violence with a critical eye, and if I can’t find a deeper meaning, I generally keep it to myself.

By Perry Collins April 19, 2007

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Nothing but a pack of foma

Kurt Vonnegut was a writer engaged in the business of time. He was fascinated with humans’ harnessing of the natural world and their resulting alienation. He wrote stories entrenched in waves of political consciousness, telling tales of world destruction by an incidental afterthought as simple, at times, as the pushing of a button that could unleash the atom bomb.

By Lauren Gaskill April 19, 2007

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Phearsome Philly phandom

I hate the Phillies.

By Mike Stewart April 12, 2007

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U-Haul: not the mover for U

Moving can be a pain in the ass, especially when you have to do the job yourself. The myriad boxes, unwieldy dollies and delicate china sets will make you want to submerge yourself in a pool of packing peanuts, never to surface again. But depending on which do-it-yourself moving company you call, you may have another problem to add to the list—your truck blowing up.

By Traviss Cassidy April 12, 2007

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Carrying on: One word, just one word: plastics

Last Friday, I finally grasped that nothing I do will cure the undercurrent of stress and anxiety caused by my impending graduation and the future. Browsing through a New York Times blog called The Graduates during a break from the online job postings, I hoped to find a grain of truthful guidance through this agonizing transition. But I only found proof of the ubiquitous, undying nature of this malaise.

By Austin Richardson April 12, 2007

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My advice: You gotta want it, baby

What the hell are we doing here? We spend months studying at the library, thousands of dollars on caffeine to keep our minds focused and innumerable nights wide awake worrying about tests, quizzes and papers. We put in all of this effort for a solid academic experience and yet it seems that nobody wants to hire an inexperienced college graduate.

By David Loebsack April 12, 2007

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This Georgetown Life: The things we do for money

This Georgetown Life is a collection of stories written by Georgetown students all based on the same theme. [Cue trendy jazz music.]

By the Voice Staff March 29, 2007

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Teetering on the edge of victory

I try to be modest, but I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m the reason that the Hoyas are winning.

By Tim Fernholz March 29, 2007

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Bush’s compromised justice

Attorney General Alberto Gonzales just can’t seem to catch a break.

By Sam Sweeney March 29, 2007

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Carrying on: Radiohead through the rolling fog

After finishing my last paper of freshman year, I decided to go for a walk at night to celebrate my new freedom. It was a simple walk through Georgetown, a route I often took to go see movies on K Street, but that night the pedestrian became glorious, the uncomfortable became terrifying and the everyday neighborhood looked like something out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I was listening to Radiohead in the fog.

By Michael Bruns March 29, 2007

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Art for your dog: the Pet Gallery

Deep in the back of the Pet Gallery, a one-room pet store on O and Wisconsin, a voluptuous Italian woman with pale blue eye shadow and a thick accent pulled me aside. “In Italy, we like dog but we don’t dress them up like dees!” she said, gesturing towards the store’s merchandise, a look of confusion on her face. “Here, they are too pre-ppy.”

By Mary Katherine Stump March 22, 2007

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Carrying on: Life with my father, the rockstar

At 14, in true hippie fashion, my father stopped cutting his hair, started hiding an ash tray under his bed and picked up a guitar. Just a couple of years later, he watched my mother sing for her audition to the 87th St. Gang, their high school’s folk group. “He told them to pick me because I was cute,” she always chimes in at this point in the story. She got in and six years later married my father with flowers in her hair before they moved to San Francisco so he could try to make it big with his band. Had he succeeded, my parents’ early life would make a hit biopic, complete with stills of my mother in hotpants and my father’s face obscured by a massive beard.

By Perry Collins March 22, 2007