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...student center is a distinct departure from the past," Anderson says. "It will have a cafe, a place for computers, and students can view lectures or sporting events...
...most prominent venues for slam in the U.S. (now that it is an international phenomenon) is the Nuyorican Poets' Cafe in New York City. Here, video and film producer Paul Devlin experienced slam for the first time. Electrified by the suspense and excitement slam brought to poetry performance, he determined to share the experience with greater audiences. Devlin, an English Language and Literature graduate from the University of Michigan, characterizes slam as a force of resistance against the often "tedious and self-indulgent" tradition of academic or published poetry. As he explains, a lot of people don't realize there...
...never teach and graduate students (of which there are few) only take classes. Profs are enthusiastic about meeting with students--during office hours as well as other times. It is common to see students and profs in the Snack Bar or in Cold Springs Coffee Roasters, a comfortable cafe on Spring Street. Some professors actually hold office hours in Cold Springs. Be careful, though: if you're really well liked, you could find yourself babysitting your prof's children. Another sign of the close relationships: profs who research in the summer often invite students to help them...
...fled again, this time to Arizona. Short on cash, he applied for a job at the Fountain Cafe in Mesa, using his real name and Social Security number. Working his charm, he befriended the owners, Mike and Gale Moran, who later told reporters they thought Tom was just wonderful. He always took out the trash, liked to wear the red apron, that sort of thing. They let him drive their car, and he was friends with their daughter. "We had no idea," they would later say, over and over...
...events. This is no fault of the kind people who organize and publicize them, but more the product of my own inflated expectations. Perhaps I was imagining something more along the lines of the 50th reunion of the French Resistance: We'd sit on the terrace of an old cafe, trading war stories and examining our scars, laughing about how we'd beat the odds and made it out alive. To my disappointment, I found no such sense of esprit de corps at Senior Bar. Our shared destiny was our diploma, and that...