Word: reade
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...know how difficult it is, how your thesis is like a long-running mental marathon in which you read, write and read some more. You know how annoying the line of inquiries concerning your thesis becomes, how you would like to continue in your state of denial for at least a little while longer, remaining peacefully oblivious to the long road of writing ahead. This is not a paper you crank out the night before, not, at least, if you want to stay sane...
...really want to know about someone's thesis--if you are really into sharing someone's joy and pain, ask to read it when it's done. We will be grateful for your attention then. After all, we will have a lot of proofreading to do before we hand it in. Nancy Milagros Trasande' 99 is a literature concentrator in Cabot House. She expects to deliver on March...
...there a parent in America who has heard the talk or read the best sellers about attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) and the drugs used to treat it without wondering about his or her child--the first time he climbs onto the school bus still wearing his pj's or loses his fifth pair of mittens or finds 400 ways to sit in a chair? The debate goes straight to the heart of our expectations and values. How dreamy is too dreamy? Where is the line between an energetic child and a hyperactive one, between a spirited, risk-taking...
...parents took Erin to a psychiatrist just before her fifth birthday. "He saw us for 45 minutes," Charlene says. "He read the teacher's report. He saw Erin for 15 minutes. He said, 'Your daughter is ADHD, and here's a prescription for Ritalin.' I sobbed." Charlene had a lot of friends who did not believe in ADHD and thought maybe she and Tim were just being hard on Erin. "I thought, 'Maybe there is something else we can do,'" Charlene says. "I knew that medicine can mask things. So I tore up the prescription." Tim thought that...
...just pricked A Man in Full in the New Yorker, calling its author "a talented, inventive, philosophical-minded journalist, coming into old age," who goes for broke on a novel that is just "entertainment, not literature, even literature in a modest aspirant form." At the podium, a smiling Updike read Wolfe's vivid if catty 1964 account of Updike receiving his first National Book Award: "He squinted at the light through his owl-eyed eyeglasses, then he ducked his head and his great thatchy medieval haircut toward his right shoulder." "Newspapers don't lie," Updike mischievously remarked before adding...