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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...mother would much rather talk about my social life than my classes," acknowledges one student. "If she doesn't think I'm going out enough she'll be sure to tell me. She thinks college is a time to date a lot of people so you can find out what you want in a spouse...

Author: By Shara R. Kay, | Title: Family Ties: When They Just Won't Let Go | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

Career plans have never been something I worry about very much. When I was in high school, I never thought about what lay beyond college. If pushed by those around me to tell them what I wanted to do in the real world, I was just as likely to say "nothing" as I was to say "outfitter," "zookeeper" or "lawyer...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...amateurish style became evident. Given a very large bucket, I might have been able to carry a tune, but usually my singing sounded more like the call of a tomcat on the prowl. My guitar playing was similarly sub-standard, though most wouldn't be able to tell through the jangling of six crudely-tuned strings. And, finally, my harmonica playing--which I'd been toying with for a longer time--was more than enough to set the dog howling in pain and my little brother storming to my room to display his lack of enthusiasm with my skills...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...gold, but I keep pickin', and I keep getting better at it; I figure one of these days, I'll set up shop in the Park Street T-stop and find myself swept along from Boston to the world. Ahh...sounds beautiful. And while people do tend to tell me that it sounds totally implausible (myself, in my saner moments, not least among them), I still find my thoughts wandering back to that little daydream...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...dinner in Dunster House last night, two different seniors (who will also remain anonymous) pretended to be genuinely intrigued by this columnist's thesis travails. "Tell me, what are you writing about?" "No," I thought, "I can't discuss this anymore." So, I gave the one-liner title which I had hoped would require no further inquisition...

Author: By Joshua A. Kaufman, | Title: The Thesis | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

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