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the thought of being reunited with my dog is the only thing that keeps me going as I walk around the Tufts campus, spending late nights in the library with Iran, laughing over "IR Vignettes with Mufti," walking alongside the creepy statues in Davis. Sunday I went to the Boston Public Library to study. I took the T to Copley, walked underneath the bleachers set up for the marathon, and worked underneath a dim green lamp in one of the oldest, most beautiful rooms in the country, and it didn't even phase me. It has taken me so long to get to that point. Can I really just leave?
every time I read about Liviu Librescu, the professor who saved every one of his students by using his body to stop Cho Seung-Hui, I want to cry.
every time I read about Liviu Librescu, the professor who saved every one of his students by using his body to stop Cho Seung-Hui, I want to cry.