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On Wednesday, April 28, at 4:30 p.m., a sexual assault was reported to UP from Bowman Hall East. By midnight, UP was able to apprehend one male suspect who was charged with Sexual Abuse in the first degree, Assault in the third degree, and Unlawful Imprisonment in the second degree.
On the first weekend of May, thunderstorms drenched Tennessee, Kentucky and Mississippi with over 13 inches of rain within two days. The rain caused creeks, lakes and rivers to overflow, destroying roads and flooding whole neighborhoods. Nashville officials were able to estimate that the damage was at $1.
I would like to express my concern with the recent decision to cut the Employment Relations major here at Suny Potsdam. I find it disturbing that our "smart guys" over in Raymond Hall do not feel that the Employment Relations program was important enough to keep around.
Lizz Matyas: When did you first become interested in photography? Tom Newton: My interest in photography started when I was really young, around eight years old. Around that time my sister was taking a photography course and seeing her work with the camera and set up the shots- all of it really intrigued me.
He was the Dean of Arts and Sciences at the State University of New York at Potsdam, and previously, an instructor of philosophy and then the Associate Provost of Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville. Numerous accomplishments, a series of awards and lists of public services fill his curriculum vitae.
The visiting men's lacrosse team faced a tough Cortland squad looking to defend its title as the Bears fell 17-2 on Wednesday afternoon in the SUNYAC Semi-finals. Ryan Paparella and Sean McAulliffe had the goals for the Bears. The game was scoreless for most of the first quarter until Cortland scored with 4:29 remaining.
Good morning Potsdam and welcome to my last column of the semester! Super exciting, though kind of disappointing since I had three topics to talk about and thought there were at least two more issues. I will only be gracing you with one topic and it's my gloriously long weekend.
We're the only people in the French cinema and we don't speak the same language. In my pocket are two tickets printed on the thinnest of paper, purchased with a wad of cash made thicker from pawned belongings: Dad's pocket watch, Mom's best wishes. Our tongues mean the same verbs and questions in the dimmed lights, but won't curve to lips to form similar syllables.