Authors: Lauren Kunze
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Social Issues, #Friendship, #Dating & Sex, #School & Education
Grace shifted in her chair. “Free speech protection ought to allow any member of this campus to express an opinion—or fact—about social clubs or any other aspect of Harvard life. . . .” Grace shifted again. “But in cases similar to this one where an article has reported harsh remarks aimed at an individual student, the
Crimson
has generally adhered to a precedent of redacting names for the sake of protecting student privacy.”
Dean Benedict nodded thoughtfully. “And yet you, as managing editor, who had to approve this article before it was published to your new online section of the school paper, the FlyBy Blog, did not see fit to redact the names of specific students in these circumstances. Why?”
Grace swallowed. “I admit I made a very serious error in judgment by allowing the article to be published unedited.”
The woman sitting next to Dean Benedict cleared her throat. “I’ll say. We’re lucky no one has filed harassment charges—
yet
. This is a gross and egregious violation of student privacy. What’s worse is that it seems clear to me that you could have easily removed those names without interfering with the nature and spirit of the article.”
Grace nodded, staring down at the table. “I agree. The inclusion of the names was unacceptable, and I mistakenly allowed a personal bias to interfere with the professional duty with which I have been entrusted. . . . And yet, I would like to note that it is still my firm belief that the student body and the administration have a right to know what goes on inside these private institutions and to form a judgment about what I think we can all agree are questionable practices, from gender discrimination to elitism to hazing to—”
The man on the other side of the dean was shaking his head. “These institutions that you are referring to are all private organizations unaffiliated with the university, in contrast to our charter organizations like the
Crimson
, which we have a duty to regulate and, in cases such as these when a potentially harmful incident has occurred, discipline as we see fit.”
Callie hadn’t dared to move during the entire exchange, wondering what on earth was going on but, above all,
why
she was here. From what she gathered, Grace was in a lot of trouble for approving the Insider article because of the nasty comments about specific individuals in the Pudding. If that was the case, Callie couldn’t help but agree with the administrators: there was absolutely no need for the Insider to publish such malicious remarks for the entire school to see even though the members of the Pudding
had
written them in the first place. The article could have achieved the exact same effect without sending Penelope into tears or Vanessa running around the common room demanding to know who had called her a “leech.”
However, while Grace may be partially responsible, wasn’t the Insider the true culprit?
And again, if the Insider is to blame, then why am
I
here?
“Um, I’m sorry to . . . uh, change the subject,” Callie piped up suddenly. “But I’m not exactly sure . . . um . . . well, why am I here—exactly?”
She was met with three blank faces from across the table, but Grace turned to her as if Callie had just thrown her under the bus.
Callie stared back at Grace. “You didn’t . . . Did you tell them—that
I
had something to do with this?”
“Callie . . .” Grace started.
“But I have nothing to do with this!” she repeated, addressing the board.
“Callie,” Grace said again. “I’m sorry, but they already know. . . .”
“How—how could you
say
that?” Callie demanded, rounding on her. “I already told you when you asked me months ago that it wasn’t me! I’m
not
the Insider!”
“Ms. Andrews,” Dean Benedict interceded smoothly, “in situations like these it is within our rights as a disciplinary committee to requisition all log-in records from any university-owned computer. Your log-in name is a match for the date and time of every article posted by the Insider.”
“That’s . . . but that’s . . . impossible. . . .”
“I’m afraid this case may go beyond a simple violation of student privacy,” Dean Benedict continued. “While we might not have charges of libel or defamation on our hands, legal action could be brought for violating what is known as the tort of ‘False Light,’ which is intended to protect a person’s mental or emotional well-being after another person enacts a public disclosure of private facts or information that is not of public concern and would prove damaging or offensive to a reasonable individual. Though, with all that said, defamation charges are still not outside the realm of possibility . . . and, as my colleague mentioned, while as of right now no student has lodged a formal complaint, many of the comments published may constitute harassment under our codes of conduct in the Harvard University Student Handbook. . . .
“Ms. Andrews? Ms. Andrews, are you listening? Do you have anything to say regarding these allegations? Ms. Andrews!”
Callie blinked. “I . . . I don’t have anything to say . . . because I didn’t
do
it. I am not the author of those articles, despite what any log-in records may have led you to believe.”
Dean Benedict sighed and peered at her over the rims of his glasses. “Ms. Andrews, I have to say that based on the present facts, you may be hard-pressed to prove your innocence. However, given that there is no precedent for interpreting and applying the rules and standards of conduct of the college in this circumstance, we are turning the matter of your discipline over to the Student-Faculty Judicial Board, which will hear your case sometime in the coming months. You will have the opportunity to defend yourself at that time and otherwise present your case. As of right now, however, you are on academic probation and suspended from COMP indefinitely.”
Callie gaped at him. How was this happening?
“And Ms. Lee,” he continued, “you will be removed as managing editor and will remain on the paper in an exclusively advisory capacity pending a further ruling from the board.”
Callie turned to Grace, who was staring vacantly straight ahead.
“Your replacement for the interim should be here any minute. . . .” said the dean. “Ah, there she is right now.”
“Sorry I’m late,” a voice said suddenly from over their shoulders.
Slowly Callie turned to look. By the time she rotated fully in her chair she was white as a sheet despite her recent tan.
“Dean Benedict, so nice to see you again,” Alexis Thorndike said sweetly, taking a seat. “So, what’d I miss?”
Many thanks again to all the usual suspects: the staff at Greenwillow Books, the Stimola Literary Studio, friends and family, and, above all, my mom, Susan Adler, who has supported me in countless ways, from listening to three-hour monologues about subplots to reminding me to eat. Third installments can be tricky, but your edits and encouragement made it possible. Lastly, a huge thanks to you, reader, for coming this far with Callie—your enthusiasm for the series means the world to me.
LAUREN KUNZE
and
RINA ONUR
were roommates and best friends for all four years at Harvard. They graduated in 2008. They started collaborating on this book when they were juniors. They refuse to say how much of it is true.
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The Ivy: Rivals
Copyright © 2012 by Lauren Kunze
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Kunze, Lauren.
Rivals / Lauren Kunze with Rina Onur.
p. cm. — (The Ivy ; v. 3)
“Greenwillow Books.”
Summary: Callie Andrews has looked forward to this semester but Lexi is still after her, boyfriend Clint wants her back but Gregory has decided to fight for her, Vanessa still has not forgiven her, and working on the
Harvard Crimson
is taking a toll, causing Callie to yearn for spring break.
ISBN 978-0-06-196049-9 (trade bdg.)
[1. Universities and colleges—Fiction. 2. Roommates—Fiction. 3. Interpersonal relations—Fiction. 4. Dating (Social customs)—Fiction. 5. Journalism—Fiction.] I. Onur, Rina. II. Title.
PZ7.K94966Riv 2012 [Fic]—dc23 2011029169
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