For Cornell students trying to balance a demanding course load as well as a social life, having sex in the library can seem like a no-brainer. Although Emma had gone out to Level B on a Wednesday night a few months ago, she found herself having sex in the basement of Olin after meeting up with a crush who was still studying at a.
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Yet despite the appeal of combining work and pleasure, convenience was not the number one reason given for getting intimate while hitting the books. Cornellians varied in how strictly they were willing to follow the specifications of the list.
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Once to say I did it is enough. Some wanted to try the act with a new partner or in a different location, while others, who had partaken in oral sex, wanted to go all the way. Cornellians who had planned in advance, employed various tactics to ensure that things went smoothly.
Many of the female participants wore skirts, and another paused midway through giving oral sex to pretend to look at a book as someone walked by. Students in Meserole's class learned how to ferret out mysteries that scholars solve, said Swinton, who later joined the English faculty. It was an introduction to research. A lot of work in the Rare Books Room, a lot of photocopy perusal. Lean and lanky with that same kind of sarcastic, funny, witty attitude. Aardsma spent only eight weeks at Penn State, from her arrival in late September until her death on Nov. A friend, never identified, told The Associated Press after her death that Aardsma loved black literature, especially the works of James Baldwin.
An unidentified professor quoted in the same story said she had "the deep sensitivity of an artist for others' feelings. Marsa, who called herself a political radical, said she and Aardsma were as one in their opposition to the Vietnam War.
After 45 years, the unsolved murder of Betsy Aardsma in Penn State library remains a mystery
Wegner said in a news article that Aardsma led a campus discussion group against the war on national Vietnam Moratorium Day, which was Oct. Aardsma saw her boyfriend on weekends, taking the bus from State College to Harrisburg and back if he didn't drive up. Wright recalled that about midway through the semester, or about the end of October, she seemed troubled. Aardsma told him she wanted to move to Harrisburg and enroll in courses there, probably at Penn State Harrisburg.
But according to Wegner, Betsy had previously expressed a premonition of early death in her writings. Around that time, he said, she told her mother, "I don't know why I'm here. I have this weird feeling about being here.
Wright said he and Aardsma were never formally engaged, but he probably would have given her a ring that Christmas with a wedding to follow in the summer of So at the time of their last visit on Nov. Phyllis Wich Vandenberg recalled nothing in the letters she and Aardsma continued to exchange that fall to suggest a break-up was imminent. Steven Margles, a fellow medical student who lived in the same house as Wright, saw no evidence of trouble in the relationship. A bigger question, perhaps, is whether Aardsma was eager to get married and become a doctor's wife, which at the time carried a job description that didn't involve an independent career.
It is mentioned periodically in copies of the medical college's Vital Signs newsletter now in the files of the Derry Twp. Historical Society.
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One of the club's stated purposes: "To prepare [members] for their role as physicians' wives. Aardsma's friend Marsa remembered her asking: "Is this what I want? Do I want the kids and the keys to the Country Squire? Marsa said Aardsma loved Wright and went to visit him often, "but she had a certain ambivalence that I think was very natural.
Aardsma, Wright and perhaps a half-dozen other medical students, male and female, got together for Thanksgiving dinner on Nov. The women cooked, and it was "a real nice time," Wright said. During that day, Aardsma called her family in Holland to wish them a happy Thanksgiving. Wegner, who with his then wife, Carole Aardsma, was visiting from Madison, Wis. Wright said he and Aardsma talked about her staying in Hershey for the weekend, but that he simply had too much studying to do for finals.
And she needed to do research in the library for her English paper -- due in less than two weeks -- for Meserole. That night, Wright drove her to the bus depot in Harrisburg, in the block of Market Street. It was the last time he saw her alive. This isn't instant death. Even if it's six minutes. You would think she would scream.
It's so weird. She was in an area where she was supposed to be, according to what we could discover.
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She was doing what she was supposed to be doing, and somebody killed her. There is much about the stabbing death of Betsy Aardsma that remains a mystery, which is one reason state police and journalists find the case compelling. Aardsma and her roommate, Sharon Brandt, left Atherton Hall about 10 minutes before 4 p. Aardsma was wearing a sleeveless red dress over a white cotton turtleneck sweater, which led to speculation she was going to the library to meet someone. She was pretty casual, if not necessarily hip in the way she dressed.
A dress and white cotton shirt on a cold November day to do research in the stacks? That's not normal. According to Penn State English professor Sasha Skucek, who has researched the Aardsma case for years, they made a brief stop in Burrowes Hall to talk to professor Nicholas Joukovsky, who taught the English class with Meserole. Aardsma headed for Meserole's office in the basement of Pattee Library. Harrison Meserole is dead.
Then Aardsma headed down a narrow staircase into the cramped, dimly lit stacks, the seemingly endless rows of floor-to-ceiling shelves where the books are kept. Few students -- the police estimate is about 90 -- were in the library on the day after Thanksgiving. Normally, there would have been hundreds. Aardsma was on level 2 of what is known as the core area, and after checking in the card catalog walked to rows 50 and 51 to retrieve a book she needed for her research project.
The time was between and p. One of the last people to see her alive was Dean Brungart, an assistant stacks supervisor at Pattee. He told the Daily Collegian in that it was close to quitting time when he went to level 2 to get a book. Brungart saw two men chatting near the west end of the core and then passed Aardsma, who was between rows 50 and The space between the rows is narrow, not large enough for two people to pass unless one turns sideways. At the time, the shelving units extended to the wall, making it impossible to escape if cornered. There was no scream, no apparent effort to ward off the blade.
Aardsma's hands had no wounds. The killer plunged the blade through her breastbone -- which doctors said requires real strength and force -- and deep into her chest, severing the pulmonary artery and hitting the heart. Thomas Magnani wrote in his autopsy report. It was a perfect killing blow, investigators later said. Most state troopers involved in the investigation, however, believe the killer grabbed her from behind before plunging the knife into her chest.
It remains unresolved. The severe internal wound bled almost completely into her lungs.
Aardsma's red dress camouflaged the tiny amount of blood that leaked to the outside. There was no "pool of blood" as later reported in news accounts. She was not sexually assaulted.
The killer pulled out the knife and walked away. Aardsma slumped to the floor of the library, pulling books down on herself as she fell. Magnani estimated she died in about five minutes. A level above, Brungart heard the sound of falling books through a floor vent, he told the Daily Collegian, but he did not go to investigate.
Perhaps nine people were within 70 feet of Aardsma when she was stabbed, but none, because of the intervening shelves of books, saw anything. Skucek said some of them reported hearing a noise, more a gasp than a scream. Mary Erdley, a student who knew Aardsma, rose from her desk and walked around the corner. She encountered two men, one of whom said, "Somebody better help that girl.
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