Pong is not all Fun and Games
To the Editor:
While I appreciated the trip down memory lane (or fraternity row, as it were) in your three-part series about beer pong, the denouement left me feeling a bit hungover.
As a recovering alcoholic who developed a drug and alcohol habit during my days and nights in Hanover, I had hoped you might conclude with a look at the darker side of the college's "game."
Although my life has turned out well (I've been clean and sober over 25 years), I look back on my college years with a sense of regret for lost opportunities, rather than nostalgia.
Too many people I knew left the college after four years rather like the hollow men in T.S. Eliot's poem that President John Dickey warned us not to become at matriculation.
As a high school teacher, some of my best students express an interest in Dartmouth and ask me about my experiences there. It would be helpful to be able to tell them that the college has moved beyond Animal House and beer pong.