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Written by Weina Zhao
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I have never had a steady boyfriend. Throughout high school, I watched my friends hold relationships with funny guys, nice guys, smart guys and too often complete meatheads. My dating record, on the other hand, has been erratic, sporadic and mildly amusing, paralleling the likes (and almost literally carrying out the title) of 50 First Dates.
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Written by Vietanh Phuong Tran
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We are who we are because of our families, because of what our relatives did, how they suffered and the stories they tell. My name is Vietanh, or Viet Anh, since it symbolizes my parents' dream. They dreamt of escaping the curse that fell upon them on April 30, 1975.
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Written by Sanyee Yuan
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Last spring, for the first time in my five semesters of self-scheduling, I experienced a major meltdown in arena. And it wasn’t because my classes were closed: That morning, I had strolled around the gymnasium at the top of the alpha rotation, garnering a spot in each of my first-choice classes. The real cause of my distress was the unwanted Physics class on my course request sheet.
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Written by Mike Lazarus
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You could call it the end of an era. You could call it the end of a legacy. But after catching a whiff of reheated pot stickers, it’s probably most fitting to call it the end of a dynasty.
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Written by Heather Hammel
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They say every teenager loves to rebel. Around the age of 13, we start showing skin, staying out past curfew and fighting against authority figures. Whatever our parents do, we do the opposite: Some teenagers become flaming liberals, some experiment with drugs, others turn vegetarian. But when it was my turn to rebel, my parents present a problem.
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Written by Heejin Hwang
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I’ll admit it: I’m a baby. As I get ready to leave for college and make my way towards independence, I know I will be homesick. What I will miss the most, however, aside from my friends and teachers, is my mom’s lunches. For 13 years, my mom has packed homemade lunches for me, but now I must contemplate life without the Ziploc bag of Tupperware, utensils, napkin and a fruit. So here’s a tribute to my dear mother and her daily dose of love.
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Written by Avi Baskin
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Imagine a class with fewer than 20 kids, where your opinion matters and you know everybody’s name or nickname. Imagine a place where you are greeted every day by a wonderful little woman saying, “Shalom.” Imagine a class where the most important part is actively participating and showing that you want to learn.
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Written by Glennis Markison
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Songs like “Peace Train” and “Why Can’t We Be Friends?” have been trying to unite people of different races for years. Lyrics like “people all over the world, join hands” aim to bring people together whose only difference may be the color of their skin.
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Written by Scott Davis
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Remember when life was simpler, way back in the 90s? Remember when there were no college essays, Advanced Placement classes, theorems or mods to worry about and only about 151 different Pokémon to account for? Well, I do. I also remember the steady decline of the quality of what was for many, myself included, the backbone of our childhood.
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Written by Camille Smyth
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Late nights working on The Lowell consist of many discoveries. While
waiting for my editors to mark up my drafts, I have learned that
chicken and bread is the best dinner possible, that the Lakeshore
Starbucks lady is half as pleasant in the evening as she is in the
afternoon and that Taxi Gone Wild is just as addictive as crack
cocaine.
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Written by Sandra Chen
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“This is our most popular cupcake. It has a moist chocolate cake topped with a rich, creamy, mousse-like chocolate butter cream rolled in chocolate shavings…” and so goes the script for greeting customers. The script continues to describe all fourteen flavors of our “signature cupcakes.” In my six months of working and reciting at Kara’s Cupcakes, I’ve found that the wide variety of gourmet cupcake flavors mirror the wide array of customers that file in every day.
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Written by Sanyee Yuan
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I sleep with a night light. I return library books half a year late. I don’t swear. I buy clothes from Victoria’s Secret online. I tell left-handed people that I feel a spiritual connection to them even though I’m not left-handed. I coordinate outfits in my head weeks ahead of time. I can’t read without moving my lips. I burp like a man. And I have 21 stuffed animals and two baby blankets on my bed.
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