I wanna be a pea-green 'shmen (or at least a '96)
I wanna be a 'shmen. I wanna be so psyched to get into Beta or Chi Gam that I'll climb through a window to do so.
I wanna be a 'shmen. I wanna be so psyched to get into Beta or Chi Gam that I'll climb through a window to do so.
In recent years, African American Greek-letter organizations have been accused of wanting to imitate mainstream fraternities and sororities.
The most perplexing thing about rush is that it is taken so seriously. In the three years that I have gone to school here, I have seen people go on ridiculous diets to ensure that they can fit into the proper outfit for rush and I have also sat with my nervous friends who were waiting for a member of certain houses come by to tell them whether or not they got a bid.
Washington D.C. -- In another stunning foreign policy setback for the Clinton administration, U.S.
Here at Dartmouth, home of the free, land of the stereotype it can be hard to keep up with all of the categorizations.
I swore I wouldn't do this. After last spring's Student Assembly presidential soap opera, in which my character was killed off after three blockbuster seasons, I swore that I would remain dutifully, commitedly, silently dead.
The U.S. Army Reserve Officer Training Corps at Dartmouth, in conjunction with the Norwich Military Academy, comprises one of the oldest vestiges of the ROTC itself, being formed early in this century between the two schools. However, recently, the Trustees of the College vote every year whether to end the program at Dartmouth since it conflicts with the theory of equal opportunity: acts of homosexuals and bisexuality are not permitted in the Army's ranks. I will not look at the role of homosexuals and bisexuals in the military, as that is a separate though related issue: as a student here, I am concerned with the very survival of the ROTC. First, the Army will not wait for Dartmouth The five or six officers that we produce yearly is not enough to make a three-million person institution turn around and say "Oh -- well ... it's Dartmouth we're talking about ... let's change our national policy!" The issue of homosexuals in the military will not be resolved at this level because we want it to be.
Maslow has a theory on human needs. It is a pyramid -- at the bottom of the pyramid are physical needs, like food and clothing.
In a time when cultural rifts plunge more people daily into abysmal depths of ignorance and hate, the College should be exceedingly grateful for the Native Americans at Dartmouth.
Yet another Columbus Day has come and gone, and many of us are still unsure what to make of it. In fact, Columbus Day is the probably most paradoxical holiday in the United States. On one hand, Christopher Columbus symbolizes the type of boldness that has sent men and women into outer space and to the icy summits of mountains that have been deemed insurmountable.
Being part of the fraternity system, I see its benefits and problems. Instead of trying to crush a system that has its flaws, people should try to find solutions and ideas to improve the system by working within the system.
I laugh when I picture a small group of people, perhaps on School Street, fussing over the manufacture of an anti-Greek poster campaign.
Two weeks ago, I was invited to appear on On Target, WDCR-AM's hour-long public affairs show which normally airs Sundays at 6:00 p.m. Other invited guests included Student Assembly President Nicole Artzer '94, SA Vice President Steve Costalas '94, Class of 1995 President Tim Rodenberger '95, former SA Executive Committee member Jesse Russell '96, and SA Representatives Grant Bosse '94 and Jeff Bell '96. Costalas and Bell were unable to attend the taping on Sunday afternoon so the show was set to take place with Artzer, Russell, Bosse, Rodenberger, myself and moderator Bill Hall '96. The topics for debate were to include the formation of the Student Assembly Ad Hoc Committee on Procedure, the Student Assembly agenda for the year, and the future of the Reserve Officer Training Corps program on campus. At 12:30 p.m.
Well, the decision has been made: I am an official Frat Boy. I was almost deterred by those well-thought out posters that were hanging around campus, as there message was very clearly reasoned: "Rush -- and become another f**king Dartmouth frat boy." Wow -- with persuasive arguments like that, I was almost tempted to join the poster-hangers! I'm sure you're all wondering what secret ceremonies go on inside the hallowed halls of frat row.
My never-ending search for truth led me this week to McNutt Hall. Home to the admissions office, McNutt is also the starting point for the official Dartmouth College Campus Tour.
After attending the most bureaucratic Student Assembly meeting I have yet to take part in this past Tuesday, my frustrations focused on two points. One involves the "ad hoc committee on procedure" which has been much publicized this past week in The Dartmouth.
Women of Dartmouth, throw down your beers, renounce your trust funds. Starch those aprons your grandmother saved for your wedding trunks and dust off your copies of Joy of Cooking.
I've been searching for a sunny spot in my vision. I look for it in the trees, the sky and the whispers of the wind.
Next year I suppose I will be waiting anxiously to see if my hometown baseball team can earn a wild card berth in the American League Central division.
Although finals are not something to look forward to, try picturing this scenario: It's late, you are tucked far back in the stacks of Baker Library, and you are trying to cram 10 weeks of reading into one night.