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Professional
Students, Think
Before You Post
Author 2
As professional students,
weve all encountered the
temptation at some point
to tweet about that unfair
test or post a picture of
some impossible aspect
of our clinical rotation or
internship. It seems that one
of the greatest joys of social
media is the release we feel
in sharing our woes with the
world and having our peers
affirm or at least commiserate
with us.
So, whats the harm in
sharing a few details and
discontents of our academic
lives? Arent university
students protected by the
same rights as those outside
of the university?
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by Author 1
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Creamer, Alyssa. Amanda Tatro Found Dead:
University of Minnesota Graduate Who Sued
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(originally posted 28 June). Web. 5 May 2014.
Pomerance, Benjamin P. What Are We Saying? Violence,
Vulgarity, Lies . . . And The Importance of 21st
Century Free Speech. Albany Law Review 76.1
(2013): 753-756. Legal Collection. Web. 8 May 2014.
Tatro v. University of Minnesota. 816 N.W.2d 509; 2012
Minn. Lexis 246. Supreme Court of Minnesota. 2012.
LexisNexis Academic. Web. 30 April 2014.
A Morning in Newark
Author 3
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James pauses. His bright eyes look up; they are crystal
clear. I dont know what to say. Time kinda does that
thing where it stands still. For a moment, James is all I
can see; everything around him starts to get blurry. James
sits in his honesty, and I listen and listen and listen.
I think of the one thing I have for James. I have time,
this time every morning.
Time to sit with James, time to listen to James, time to
be with James.
I dont know if this will be enough for James. But its
what I have.
A day in which
you wake up
early with the
hopes of getting
your darling, twenty-month old son
to daycare early so you can dive
into the productive day you have
planned for yourself.
But then you go to your child,
who sleeps in your beautiful,
California King size bed, the bed
where he can be found every
morning, having made his way
there in the middle of the night
from his own well-equipped room
across the hall, and you find him
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So, you and your clean and beautiful son (you being
not so clean or beautiful), having somehow miraculously
survived the morning, finally arrive at the home of
his daycare provider. You all but toss him across the
room into the arms of this wonderful woman, and after
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wanted it to be over and remained friends throughout the process. And lets be
honest, I learned a lot about who I am as a partner. Because of that marriage and
divorce, Ive been a much better boyfriend to every woman Ive dated since, and
Ill be a much better boyfriend to you because of it.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and notice Im beginning to look like Tom Hanks
on the island in Castaway. As my partner, if you could gently remind me to trim
my beard or whatever it is thats getting unruly, I can take care of it, and when I
do, Im kind of attractive. Or at least, thats what my grandmother says.
Im thrifty. And by that, I mean Im cheap. And theres nothing I can say
to justify it. Its true. But I wont embarrass you by leaving a bad tip at a
restaurant, unless its warranted. Ill be damned if I ever valet, though. Maybe on
Valentines Day, if its what you want.
Im thin, but not skinny. Ive never had much muscular definition. Sometimes
I drink too much. Sometimes Ill go weeks without a drop. Youll beg me to take
you out because I just want to stay home and do nothing. Sometimes Ill cry
for no reason. Youll wonder what the hell is going on and be sure youve done
something wrong, but you havent. The truth is, sometimes I just like to cry.
I like to feel a range of emotion, and since Im nearly always happy, crying is
necessary to feel everything I want to feel. Its a way to keep the joy joyful. Its
the sour to the sweet.
I dont believe in fate; I dont believe in soul mates. You, Potential Significant
Other, are not a singular being to whom Im writing. You are any single woman
who believes in sharing a life with someone and wants to be happy. Im writing
to a woman who doesnt think relationships are as hard as people say they are,
a woman who doesnt understand the point in cheating, a woman who wants
someone on her team every day. Im writing to a woman who understands a
relationship doesnt have to be complicated. It can be about doing what is fun and
amassing a long list of shared experiences with someone who makes her happy,
someone who will document those experiences so the two of us can laugh about
them until we die. Thats what I want.
I have to go to a fundraiser now, so I better end this. Im hoping youll be there
too, but Im not holding my breath. If you arent there, maybe youll get that
graphic design job at my workplace, and well sit a few cubes down from each
other. Maybe youll be at the dog park this week. Ill be looking for you, but if I
dont see youplease, speak up.
I look forward to meeting you.
Well be great together.
Sincerely,
Author 5
Indemnify Me
Author 6
Contracts School.
Thats what we called
it.
We were peons
in the newly minted
AOL Time Warner
Publishing Company.
2002. Post 9/11. Post
everything that had
ever been. The Internet
was exploding; no
one knew what was
around the corner. But
those of us who were
lucky enough to be
employed in a Fortune
500 company wanted
more education,
more training. That
was the only way to
keep employed. Keep
learning. Keep earning.
I asked the director
of the contracts
department if she
would teach us about
contracts. Many of
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