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Written by Daniel Kim
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Friday, 18 December 2009 |
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Cranking up a 30-second preview of Omarion’s new single “I Get In,” on iTunes, I leaned back and listened to the distorted voice of the R&B star. Not Omarion too, I sighed in disappointment as I continued my search for higher quality music. This recent experience has only fueled my opposition to the new auto-tune bandwagon jumped on by a multitude of singers, ranging from Britney Spears to Kanye West. Auto-tune is an audio processor that disguises off-key inaccuracies and mistakes, allowing singers to disguise their incapabilities through perfectly tuned vocal tracks.
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Written by Taylor Edelhart
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Friday, 18 December 2009 |
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Ten years ago, Pluto was still a planet. iPods didn’t exist — neither did Macbooks or Tivo or Blu-ray. Clinton was president and you still thought your brother had cooties. As you’ve been getting less and less sleep over the past 10 years, so much else has changed. We should not really be surprised about it — decades have always marked massive changes in society. Women destined to be housewives in the early sixties were burning their bras by the early seventies, and those getting down during the disco era scoffed at the eighties’ synthesizer sounds.
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Written by Nicola Householder
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Thursday, 17 December 2009 |
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“It is expected that Lowell students will attend school regularly. It has been our experience that more than five days of absence for any reason in an 18-week semester results in poor grades.”
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Written by Daisy Chung
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Thursday, 12 November 2009 |
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“If we were a movie, you’d be the right guy and I’d be the best friend that you’d fall in love with …,” is what I softly hum as I walk to school. The eyes of passersby slowly move from my face to my right side where I drag my Miley Cyrus-sticker-decorated dragon boat paddle. The eyes stay glued to my paddle. These eyes have a “what is wrong with her” implication to them. But, I am used to these stares already.
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Written by Sean Lee
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Thursday, 12 November 2009 |
Freshman Friday. To some, these two words embody the newly earned privilege of joining the ranks of upper classmen and serve as a right of passage up the hierarchal school ladder. Participants say goodbye to underclassman status with the apparent pleasure of giving the freshmen a Friday they will never forget.
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Written by Shelly Tong
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Wednesday, 21 October 2009 |
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There is something so unsettling about having sticky hands. It is not so much that I need them to be spotless all the time, but when an alien substance ends up somewhere as personal as my hands — my connection to the physical world — I can’t focus on anything else until I annihilate it
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Written by Taylor Edelhart
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Wednesday, 21 October 2009 |
I am short. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. Measuring in at 4’10’’ and a quarter, I am one of the shortest people I know. I am proud of every one of my 58 inches, especially the quarter-inch. They make post-Reg traffic easier to slip through, makes balancing a breeze, and puts me in a perfect position to hug anyone who needs a head on their shoulder. However, sometimes it’s hard to love my height, because I am incessantly reminded of it by the world around me.
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Written by Irina Kirnos
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Friday, 16 October 2009 |
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As a kindergarten teacher led her students down the halls, she abruptly stopped to inform a passing teacher of a strange, new addition to her class. She pointed out a small, quiet, blonde girl, who looked just like any of five other girls. However, this student, she explained, did not speak a word of English because she had just moved from the Ukraine, which, as far as those Texans are concerned, is a third world country — a place where colored televisions do not exist and polar bears freely roam the streets. I was this student. And I can assure you, the Ukraine is as much a third world country as California is.
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Written by Cherry Manoonsilpa
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Tuesday, 22 September 2009 |
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My new mustache disrupted my hurried breath. I accidentally inhaled the tiny black fibers that were shedding on my lips, uncomfortably mixing with my nervous sweat. I slipped on my lime-green glasses right before sitting on the stool to take my student Identification Card picture.
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Written by Nicola Householder
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Tuesday, 22 September 2009 |
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As I traipsed reluctantly into my pre-calculus honors class on the first day of school, I was already dreading the dull year of equations and graph paper ahead. But as the teacher began to call roll, my gaze snapped to the front of the class and I realized that this semester I would not be learning math, but rather maths, from Jeremy Gribler.
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Written by Laura Zhen
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Tuesday, 22 September 2009 |
Upon arrival home from one of her weekly sessions with her
psychiatrist, my sister announced totally straight-faced, “My therapist
says we’re dysfunctional.”
I didn’t know how to take this and neither did my parents and
my other sister, who were all aware of this fact without the aid of
professionals. After all, we’re dysfunctional, not deluded.
But the thing was, half of us weren’t listening and half of us couldn’t
understand English, so we didn’t acknowledge her dramatic broadcast.
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Written by Glennis Markison
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Monday, 01 June 2009 |
“Maybe if I were LeBron James you’d want stay on the phone longer!” my sister Louise yelled, irritated that she wasn’t receiving my undivided attention. How could I lie to the girl? She was absolutely right. Not only would I want to stay on the phone longer, I would want to stay on the phone forever.
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