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Independent Study 2018 Group

Hello All,

I'm wondering who has chosen to participate in the Independent Study class? How will we make our schedule?

Maybe we can communicate on here?



 

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  1. Hello Emma, I am in too. I was about to ask the same question. Can we all meet and plan/start together?

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  2. Hi Emma and Khadija, my friend Daniella and I are planning to join as well. Would be great to meet/plan/schedule soon!

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    1. Hi Lea,
      There is a reading this week at 5:30 please make sure to join the reading group. You can email Erin to add you and make sure you are registered with your department if you wish to have this class credited.
      Email me if you wish I will add you to the group. best++

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