Dartmouth, Prospective Style
You race over to McNutt, breathless. There she is, your prospective, your very own! It reminds you of the time your mother let you get a hamster at the pet store -- you knew right away which one was meant to be yours.
You race over to McNutt, breathless. There she is, your prospective, your very own! It reminds you of the time your mother let you get a hamster at the pet store -- you knew right away which one was meant to be yours.
At about the same time I was looking for a date for my high school sophomore formal, soldiers from the Guatemalan army came to the home of 15-year-old "Enrique" to forcibly recruit him into service.
I recently received a blitz from DAHP. DAHP is an acronym for the Dartmouth Association for Health Care Professionals.
I was sitting on the train in Berlin minding my own business and listening to snippets of German.
To the Editor: I was dismayed to find Abiola Lapite '98 spewing the same economist claptrap ("Those Evil Capitalists!" The Dartmouth, March 29, 1996) I would expect from George Will or William Safire.
The editorial "On Women and Philosophy" [March 26] claims that women are not as philosophical as men.
Strolling through the Hop on a fine Thursday afternoon with a couple of good friends, perusing the form letters from the College that comprise the day's Hinman box content, wondering if, in fact, I should join the Sub-Committee on Intra-Campus Interrelational Human Affairs, one of my companions suddenly stops in his tracks. "Gotta go check the BlitzMail machine," he announces. My point in relating this mildly charming anecdote is not to deride those who refer to computers as "BlitzMail machines." Well, actually it is.
Kenji Hosokawa's column "On Women and Philosophy" [March 26, 1996] shows a confused attempt to understand why, as a generalization, men and women define and discuss life's most profound questions in different ways.
To the Editor: Last Thursday night the Panhellenic Council met for the first time this term to discuss its goals for the upcoming year.
A disturbing trend of late in newspapers and magazines has been to bemoan the heartlessness and greed of company shareholders and CEOs.
A column was run last term ["College Should Promote Intellectualism," Feb. 1, 1996] which examined intellectualism at Dartmouth in light of the proposed additions to the East Wheelock cluster.
I was appalled by Kenji Hosakawa's column "On Women and Philosophy" [March 26, 1996]. He says he has yet to "encounter a woman with an intriguing philosophical insight." Has he bothered to communicate with any women at Dartmouth?
These pages are rarely filled with praise for ourselves and fellow students. Yet apart from our academic lives we manage to sustain and participate in relatively well-rounded lives here at Dartmouth.
Last term Dining Services announced several prospective changes. Pete Napolitano and friends are planning on turning the space once known as Hovey's Grill into a 24-hour vending arcade.
To the Editor: Reading sophomore Kenji Hosokawa's column "On Women and Philosophy" and senior Brandon del Pozo's response "Pregancy or Philosophy," which appeared in Tuesday and Wednesday's issues of The Dartmouth, respectively, I found both articles very androcentric and unenlightened. If philosophy means "men's philosophy," i.e., lesiurely men's printed discourse, of course women can not do as well as men.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only sane guy in this zany, topsy turvy world. What makes me feel this way is art and everything that has to do with the interpretation and creation of modern art. Now I'll be the first to admit that I'm not what you call an art guy.
To the Editor: Kenji Hosokawa '98, "On Women and Philosophy," [March 26, 1996] displays so much misunderstanding of women and of philosophy that it is hard to know where to begin a response.
To the Editor: Jeff Link was fined only $50 by the College? That fine is the same punishment/reminder for late registration, late interim housing applications, failed P.E.
Top ten reasons I'm glad to be back: Because Enrico, my waiter at Paradise Beach Resort and Casino, charged me $18.50 for every glass of alcohol I consumed, while the brothers at Dartmouth fraternities couldn't care less if I asked to bathe in a keg instead of drinking a cup of beast, and I don't even have to tip them. 9.Because whenever the phone rang during break, instead of saying "Hello?" like a normal person, the only thing I could manage to mutter was, "Blitz me." 8.Because I got tired of watching my dog hook up. 7.Because after a week of eating my mother's Filet Mignon with Glazed Baby Carrots and Rice Pilaf and her Grilled Swordfish Served over Asparagus Spears in a Creamy Butter Sauce, not to mention her Veal Parmesan accompanied by a steaming bowl of Fettucini Alfredo, all I really wanted for dinner was a breadstick from EBAs. 6.Because as much as I love watching TV, after seeing Rolanda's special report on "Sexy UPS Men and the Cross-Dressers Who Love Them," I began to rejoice the fact that the TV in my dorm room only receives one channel. 5.Because I got tired of watching my cat hook up. 4.Because although I enjoyed contemplating the meaning of life, predicting the presidential campaign polls, discussing foreign policy and weighing the pros and cons of nuclear energy with my brother, there's only so much a two-year old can say. 3.Because when I went to visit my friends at Harvard on Saturday night, I got frostbite waiting outside because they wouldn't let me in the library without a Harvard ID. 2.Because on a Friday night after dinner, my parents hand me a dishrag and a bottle of Palmolive and say, "Finish quickly so you can go to bed", while my roommates hand me a funnel and a couple of beers and say, "Finish quickly so I can go next." 1.Because being home for spring break can be as distressing as getting housing number 4756298746592873 four years in a row and having to live in an inflatable tent on top of Mount Mousilauke while all your friends have rooms in the New Dorms and complain about the fact that the maid uses lemon scent Lysol instead of alpine fresh in their private bathroom...
Are you ready for the Internet to change your life? Have you tossed out your books and stopped going to classes because the Internet is going to be the educational resource of tomorrow?