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And spring, /Once a whisper /Now a shout /Warms a lazy bayou /With a discarded scarecrow /And unplugged Santa figures /Finally floating away. /Old women sit cross-legged /With straw hanging from their gnarled lips /And self-inflicted scars on their battered hips /Laughing with their entire body /Shooting arrows in the velvet breeze /Love pours into buckets from their hazel eyes /Held by brown-eyed children /Meant to warm the world. from Audio for Spring by Eileen Cahill (COL 18), I want to write you a love poem /But I can t /and I m not sure I know what love is anymore not even sure about like-like either/ b]But going through some stuff the other day/ I found a letter to myself from seven-year-old me/ I gave myself some advice and maybe it can help me out/ Maybe it can tell you what I m trying this in case you forgot stuff from when you were seven, because sometimes it s hard to remember things to say/ Dear me, it s you/ How are you, whatcha doing?/ I am seven, and you are older/ I am writing this in case you forgot the stuff from when you were seven, because sometimes it s hard to remember things/ Never forget what your Oreos can do/They show a girl that she s special/ Because no one gives her Oreos at lunch/ And because everyone loves Oreos/ But be careful, because some people will use you for your Oreos/ Like Jackie yesterday – who got more than half of them yesterday but then said you are just a nerd and she doesn t like you. 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The brothers of the Alpha Epsilon Pi fraternity will release their second annual “Nice Guys of AEPi” calendar, chock-full of model esque photos of members dressed up as lumberjacks, posed with puppies and sailing books in late November. Each calendar, available for pre-order until midnight, Oct. 18, costs $18, and proceeds will go to the American Cancer Society. The 2016 calendar aims to epitomize the “nice Jewish boy” archetype, according to brother Elliot Frank (SFS ’18). Although not all the members of AEPi are Jewish, Frank said that all fraternity members strive to embody the same values. “They tend to be academically driven, kind, respectful, charismatic and of course kind of quirky,” Frank said. “It should be no surprise then that many girls, Jewish and non-Jewish, are told by their parents at a young age to ‘go find yourself a nice Jewish boy.’ …We wanted the calendar to be funny by creating what we joke of to be the epitome of the Georgetown gentleman, while at the same time portray the quirkiness of our inner NJB-ness.”
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The fraternity, including Elliot Frank (SFS ’18), left, and David Patou (COL ’18), hopes to build on the success of last year’s calendar, which raised nearly $1,000 for bone marrow research.