Master's Thesis, Part III of III

Part III of this series is all about how to prevent the virus from spreading. Here we delve into some tricky territory, including the information about Cervarix and Gardasil, the two vaccines for women approved by the Food and Drug Administration. The controversies surrounding these vaccines, especially Gardasil because it was approved and became available first, are described briefly here. There are a lot more questions and few solid answers about HPV, but I talk about that in the video as well.

Master's Thesis, Part II of III

This video describes what HPV is, what causes it, and how it spreads. This section of the story also delves into misconceptions about the virus, including the fact that it is not deadly (as long as it is detected and checked on a regular basis), and how hard it is to really test for the virus. It is essential to know what a virus is and how it spreads before delving into how to prevent it, although as you will see, HPV is not one of those viruses whose information is cut and dry like other STIs.

Master's Thesis, Part I of III

This video is the introduction to all three sections, and a brief (but fun) history of contraception and STI awareness in general. I use the term "STI", as in sexually-transmitted infection, because I was told by Marcus Schwarz (a support group coordinator, who you will meet in Part II of this series) that "STI" is a more politically correct term than "STD".

I have included interviews here with Lisa Spinelli, who has HPV and wrote an article about it for the Phoenix, Dr. Adina Nack, who also has HPV and wrote a book about it, "Damaged Goods?", and nurse practitioner Kate Adelstein of the Dimock Health Center in Roxbury, Massachusetts. The stand-up was shot by Giada Tridello, and all other references are noted in the video.

Maud Morgan Visual Arts Center Gathering

The following slide chronicles an event that took place at the Cambridge Arts Council headquarters on November 2, 2009. The CAC is in the process of the final stages of construction for the Maud Morgan Visual Arts Center, named after a Cambridge artist who is now deceased. It was a great event (with free food no less, music to a graduate student's ears!), and the slide should tell you the rest of the story.

Comic Con- Boston 2009

This is a story I shot on October 25, 2009, at the Back Bay Events Center in Boston. It was that day where Boston's Comic Con was wrapping up. I spoke with a lot of interesting people there. Among them, I met a woman in a Harley Quinn costume who was very interesting and very funny. As they say on "Law and Order", this is her story.

Day At The Renaissance Fair

BU On Broadway- Live from BU Central

Fenway Movie Shoot

Great Red Sox Game for a Discount

Anytime I go to a Red Sox game, it's never boring. Actually, boring is the wrong word for baseball, especially when seeing a game live. Last year, in my first year as a graduate student, I missed the opportunity to purchase a Red Sox ticket for just $26. I don't know what I was thinking.

Now in my second and final year as a grad student, I grew older, wiser, and far more cost-conscious. When the opportunity came to take advantage of this deal, I didn't let up.

As I got off the Green Line train at Kenmore station, a lot of things flowed through my mind. First, I had my car parked in Brookline, and I hoped no one thought to break into it. Second, I could easily sell this ticket for far more than I paid for it. After all, on my walk down Brookline Avenue towards Yawkee Way, I saw many people walking the opposite direction of me asking anyone if they had a ticket to sell. I knew there was a possibility that I could get arrested by an undercover cop for scalping, so I entered Gate C knowing I wouldn't have to ask my professor to bail me out of jail.

The sounds of an operatic singer belting out "The Star Spangled Banner" echoed onto Lansdowne Street as I approached Gate C. It was 6:55, and according to my ticket, the game started ten minutes later. I now knew the ticket meant the actual game, not the festivities and formalities before it.

It didn't matter to me, though. I was there to see the game. After I got through the crowd and my ticket was scanned, I strongly considered buying a slice of pizza for $4.55. The pizza looked really good, but you just read about me praising the price of my ticket. Yeah, I know. I'm cheap. I'm also poor.

Section 42, seat 12 wasn't hard to find. It wasn't very far from where I entered. I had to ask a family of four to get up so I could get by. I hate doing that, but how else will I get to my seat?

As I got to the middle seat on my ticket, there were a lot of empty seats around me. It still amazes me that although every game in Fenway Park has been sold out since May 2003 (that's a fact, too), people will still show up late to ball games. Do they even care?

Fact is, no one occupied the seat next to mine until the third inning. Ultimately, nothing really happened those first few innings, so these tardy fans didn't miss much. Still, why risk missing something really good?

It was in the third inning that a woman who looked a bit older than me (maybe 28 or 30) sat next to me. She came with a group of friends who looked about her age. I had to move a seat over to make room for them. It was then that I realized I was in Section 41, not 42. It explained why there were no students sitting around me.

Still, the woman was nice. Her name was Abby, and she was originally from Providence. However, she later confided in my her deepest, darkest secret: she is a Yankees fan. She said she told me because I seemed trustworthy, and not the type of Boston fan who would slap her around because of it. I felt honored . . .

Strangely enough, she wasn't against the Red Sox, and cheered with me as they scored five runs in the sixth inning. I believe it was my third time seeing Papi up at bat live in person, so that moment is always exciting. It was even better to see him score.

Unfortunately, that thrill was quickly killed the next inning as the Angels put four runs on the board, temporarily trumping the Red Sox by two runs. It was then that I noticed Boston had gotten much colder than in the previous weeks. It wasn't raining, though, so I was happy about that. I still wished I had brought a jacket.

As I waited patiently into the eighth inning for the Sox to score again, a number of people were getting up in the stands and shouting loudly to try and start a wave. That was in section 38, a few sections over. In my section, someone was tossing up mini beachballs and had the crowd bouncing them all over the place. These fans probably paid more for their tickets than I did. Did it ever occur to them to sit down and watch the freakin' game?

Because I was paying attention to the game, I didn't miss Papi's other run, along with Josh Reddick's. The crowd cheered, and I cheered along with them. The game was tied, but at least I was watching it unlike you-know-who.

By the top of the ninth, Abby bid me farewell because she had to get her roommate home. I wanted to ask for her number, but I didn't want to be too forward. I shook hands with her, said it was nice to meet her, and let her go on her way.

The second she left, I checked my watch and saw that it was 11:10. I thought about how cold I was, how late the Green Line was running, and if anyone had broken into my car.

After the Angels scored a run, putting them on top (although ultimately not for long), I reluctantly left. It would be a long way home, and even if the Sox pulled a comeback, it would be a regular season game. If this were a playoff game, that would be another story. That would also be a great excuse for falling asleep in class. Now, though, I just wanted to get home.

I got up, went down the stairs, and looked longingly at the NESN coverage as I made my way out of Gate C. I then turned my back and proceeded up Lansdowne Street to Brookline Avenue. I wasn't the only one. I saw dozens of people wearing Red Sox memorabilia walking at a steady pace to the Kenmore Square station. If the Sox pulled off a comeback, I wouldn't be the only one to miss it. Plus, better to miss that comeback than to turn off the Patriots vs. Bulls game five minutes before it ends. That game was far more regrettable to miss.

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