Dorm Invasion

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They came in the small hours, just as the dormitories were settling down for the night. Outside, Tehran was still in ferment, a city gripped by fury two days after a \"stolen election\". Inside the dorms on Amirabad Street, students were trying to sleep, though nerves were jangling; just hours earlier several had been beaten in front of the main gate to the university.

What happened next developed into one of the seminal events of Iran's post-election unrest: police broke locks and then bones as they rampaged through the dormitories, attacked dozens of students, carted off more than 100 and killed five. The authorities still deny the incursion took place. But the account pieced together from interviews with five of those present tells a different story.

But with the country convulsed by protests at the 12 June elections, there was no holding back that Sunday night. \"The police threw teargas into the dorms, beat us, broke the windows and forced us to lie on the ground,\" one student recalled. \"I had not even been protesting but one of them jumped on me, sat on my back and beat me. And then, while pretending to search me for guns or knives, he abused me sexually. They were threatening to hang us and rape us.\"

The prospective checks us out Is Princeton really the best place Now that my thesis is in, graduation is starting to loom every closer. The flurries of snow the day in early April are a distant memory in this current sweltering 90-degree weather. The mass invasion of ’06 prospectives wandering about campus with their parents and maps in tow reinforce that it is almost time to leave. I recently hosted one of the ’06 beneficiaries of Dean Hargadon's infamous \"YES!\" letters of acceptance. Julia attends my former high school, but I know her primarily because we attended the same rhythmic gymnastics club. She is such an overachiever that she makes me feel like one of those alums who confess that they would never have been accepted if they had to apply against the current crop of students. After placing 11th in the nation for rhythmic gymnastics when she was 15, Julia retired, running the Los Angeles marathon the following year to stay in shape. No academic slacker, she was also a Westinghouse semifinalist. Julia was choosing between Stanford, Columbia, and Brown, the latter of which had accepted her into its eight-year program that guaranteed her a spot in its medical school. With such stiff competition, it was with some nervousness that I picked her up at the corner of Nassau and Witherspoon Streets. Julia had seen A Beautiful Mind, so I proudly pointed out Blair Arch, which is featured prominently in the movie and which also happened to be my freshman year entryway. Then she informed me that she hadn't liked the movie because of its factual inaccuracies. I rattled off historical information about Cannon Green, how Nassau Hall had hosted the Continental Congress, and that Ralph Nader ’55 once lived in my dorm, Edwards Hall. She seemed mildly impressed. Fortunately, as it was a Wednesday night, I had an excuse not to take Julia to the Street. Last year when I hosted a prospective on a Thursday night, I was totally derelict in my hosting duties, falling asleep around midnight — having taken a 6 a.m. train to New York earlier that day — with nary a visit to the eating clubs. She still ended up coming, but I think that was despite me. The next morning, I brought Julia to the chemistry building to speak with a professor and to get a personal tour of the department. \"Do you know where Frick is,\" Julia asked, knowing full well my Spartan science background. \"I think so. Whenever I walk to Wallace, the social science building, I see people in a lab doing chemistry-like things.\" \"Titrating\" \"Um yeah, probably.\" Having breakfasted at Frist, I took Julia to Terrace for lunch. I had recruited my computer science engineering friend, Evren Odcikin ’02, to speak with her about science opportunities. Evren is a borderline engineer — he's going into arts administration next year, and spends more time at Theatre Intime than the computer science building. Nonetheless, he did an admirable job of extolling the virtues of Princeton's science departments. After lunch, I brought Julia to more familiar stomping ground — 185 Nassau, where the creative writing, theater, and dance programs are housed. While admiring photographs from Jo Sittenfeld's senior thesis, we passed Joyce Carol Oates, who I had had for creative writing last semester. \"Hi, Professor Oates.\" Julia's eyes grew wide. Later, at a talk by Seamus Heaney, the 1995 Noble Laureate for Literature, she spotted another Nobel laureate, Toni Morrison. \"When people ask what I did at Princeton, I can say I saw Toni Morrison,\" she enthused. Satisfied that Julia had seen her fair share of academic superstars, I peppered her with more mundane facts: printing and laundry are free; New York is just an hour and a quarter away; the Wa never closes; the current construction on campus is worse than usual; yes, they offer swing dance classes. When I dropped Julia off with her parents, I hadn't entirely sold her on Princeton, but she seemed enthusiastic. Ever the gracious host, I refrained from the parting final cheap shot that Stanford looks like a big Taco Bell, Columbia is in Harlem, and c'mon, Brown has no core requirements. I'll find out if my recruitment efforts were successful by May 1. You can reach Liriel at lshiga@Princeton.EDU

The man strangled the woman to death in their dorm room and then told neighbors that she had committed suicide by hanging herself. But investigators found evidence of foul play, and the man confessed to the crime, the statement said.

Last year, freshmen at Dartmouth College were offered the deal of a lifetime on a Macintosh computer -- half price -- because of a special arrangement between the school and the Apple company. Eighty percent of the incoming class snapped up the low-cost machines. This year, the numbers of first-year Dartmouth students deciding to buy were somewhat lower -- only 70 percent of the new class, 700 out of 1,000. Still, this means that the 4,500 students here have access, in many cases right in their own dorm rooms, to well over 3,000 computer work stations. That's a ``revolution'' of sorts, even on a campus that has long emphasized computing as an educational tool, says psychology professor George Wolford.

It seemed obvious, in his view, that ``someone should see what really would happen.'' Would the proliferation of computers affect students' academic performance Would the Macintosh invasion of dormitories change social life on campus He didn't particularly want to take on the project himself, he says, but no one else did, either. So Wolford formed a committee of three, with two other faculty members, and took up the work.

In the second area, student life, the findings were ``diffuse,'' says Wolford. He had expected that individually owned computers would mean many more people studying in their dorm rooms than in the past, with consequent friction between those who want quiet and those who want liveliness. ``But we didn't see much of this,'' he says.

In fact, there's evidence the Macs have improved some aspects of campus social life. For instance, dorm and fraternity newsletters, which used to be ``trashy'' and always late, according to Wolford, are ``often works of art'' -- produced by students who've mastered the Macintosh's graphic capabilities.

There are also bed-in-a-bag sets, a convenient and cost-effective option for dorm bedding. These include the sheets and comforter, as well as accessories like pillow shams, bed skirts or decorative pillows.

At least one person was killed in the attack shown in the Zaporizhzhia video, apparently recorded by closed circuit TV cameras. Elsewhere, Moscow's forces launched exploding drones before dawn, killing at least eight people in or near a student dormitory near Kyiv.

Wei, 18, and Clementi's roommate, Dharun Ravi, have been charged with invasion of privacy. The pair allegedly placed a camera in Clementi's dorm room without his knowledge and streamed his sexual encounter with another man online, the Middlesex County, New Jersey, prosecutor's office said. 59ce067264

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