Column: Guide to running
I look behind me, and I see him. About six feet tall, maybe 40, 45 years of age. Slightly balding, wearing a sweat-soaked shirt, shorts that are definitely too short and beat-up, old-school Nikes.
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I look behind me, and I see him. About six feet tall, maybe 40, 45 years of age. Slightly balding, wearing a sweat-soaked shirt, shorts that are definitely too short and beat-up, old-school Nikes.
Look at you, sitting there in your English class, smug and self-assured, change-the-world-with-my-words-and-letters, Trinity College self. Take your I'm-cooler-than-you-because-you're-in-Pratt attitude back to whence it came, 'cause I really don't care how many papers you have, or how many seminars you've taken.
I really hate the University's new, more "efficient" bus system. Each morning, in a vain, but noble attempt to make my 9:10 lecture on Science Drive on time, I face an unrelenting horde of first-year students, each of them more eager and determined to board the bus than I.
ESPN celebrated its 25,000th SportsCenter Sunday night. I of course, watched it. Twice.