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(06/10/03 9:00am)
I could use this space to write a reflective and sentimental commentary about the end of my Dartmouth career, but I'm sure emotions will be running high enough on campus today without my contribution. Besides, I've already shared my personal commentaries on life here through the past three years of my columns.
(05/08/03 9:00am)
I have a list of potential editorial topics to write about, but all my ideas seem meaningless in face of the haze that is currently hanging over everything in my life. What is this new dimension of my existence? My impending graduation.
(04/04/03 10:00am)
I have used this column to share many things about me: my mishaps and adventures, my friends and family, my interests and issues.
(02/28/03 11:00am)
I had a scary experience while watching TV the other day. It was a commercial for the Army that did it. What scared me was not the picture of the general with chapped lips leading his expedition up a steep, snow-covered mountain range, but my realization that, for a moment, I actually considered enlisting.
(01/31/03 11:00am)
Friendship amazes. I came to Dartmouth knowing no one, and I leave four years later with a group of people who know and care about me -- my friends. And of course these friends are great, and of course they're a huge part of my college experience. But there's another group of friends that also know and care about me -- the ones I said goodbye to back in Albany four years ago.
(01/17/03 11:00am)
After dining on cumin-dusted salmon with sundried tomato couscous one night at home this past vacation, my father and I set to work on the new recipe box. The old one had been over-stuffed and grease-splattered for years and we had volunteered to transfer the contents to a new box. I hadn't looked in the recipe box for years -- almost everything we make now comes from cookbooks or Cooking Light magazine. So what we found inside was shocking.
(11/07/02 11:00am)
What kind of job are you looking for?" she asked. I was in Career Services thinking about the future. My future. "A non-job job," I replied.
(10/18/02 9:00am)
Over dinner one night last year, the topic of conversation turned to children. More specifically, babies. More specifically, my two friends wanted them. Not some time in the future -- they wanted babies now.
(10/08/02 9:00am)
I had hoped for bigger biceps from my summer exercise regimen, but I had not anticipated enlightenment. I spent my summer at the tip of Cape Cod, in Provincetown, Mass. The gym I signed up for there is primarily known (as I later discovered) as the men's gym in town. Women members are allowed, but are significantly outnumbered. But I wasn't just a female in a gym full of males -- I was a straight female in a gym full of gay males. While I'm not claiming to know the exact sexual orientation of everyone at the gym, it is fair to say that the gym's membership reflected the fact that Provincetown is a mecca for gays and lesbians. Which means getting my exercise was a thought-provoking experience.
(05/03/02 9:00am)
I had a few apprehensions about starting college: leaving my friends and family, taking hard classes, sharing a room, doing my own wash.
(02/21/02 11:00am)
My parents and I had a lovely dinner at Molly's this weekend when they came up for a visit. After dinner, our server tried to tempt us with delicious sounding desserts and warm beverages, but the Horowitz clan had something more important on the agenda -- the Olympics.
(02/11/02 11:00am)
I hail from Albany, New York. No, it's not the most exciting place in the country. And yes, it is sometimes referred to as "Smallbany," with its population falling just below 100,000.
(01/24/02 11:00am)
Immediately following Sept. 11, like so many others, I was filled with a kind of patriotic urge. I wanted to hang an American flag outside the house, but my dad said he still felt uneasy with such displays after the hollow patriotism of the Vietnam era. I wanted to give blood, but the lines were so long at local blood banks that people were told to stay home.
(01/09/02 11:00am)
I love birthdays. Some people don't like to make a big deal about them, but I love that feeling of "I am special" that the big day brings. When I was still at home, my birthday fun began when my parents snuck into my room in the middle of the night and left my presents at the foot of the bed. I'd wake up on my birthday morning, have a lovely little unwrapping session, then eat a special birthday breakfast of my choosing -- usually French toast with candles stuck on top.
(08/16/01 9:00am)
I. Summertime Things I Have Missed
(08/02/01 9:00am)
Friday
(08/01/01 9:00am)
When I visited Dartmouth as a prospective, my host lived in The River dorms. Needless to say, I did not come away with a very favorable impression of the rooming situation here. And I could not imagine having to walk past a graveyard each night to get to my room.
(07/31/01 9:00am)
When I visited Dartmouth as a prospective, my host lived in the River dorms. Needless to say, I did not come away with a very favorable impression of the rooming situation here. And I could not imagine having to walk past a graveyard each night to get to my room.
(07/05/01 9:00am)
The crowd gathered at the Daniel Webster room in the Hanover Inn one Saturday this past interim was a fairly homogenous group -- elderly men in suits and ties accompanied by nicely attired wives. Then there was me, a 20-year-old girl standing in the back of the room wearing flip-flops.
(05/29/01 9:00am)
My alarm goes off at 6:24 on Monday and Wednesday mornings. I munch on some bran flakes, slip into my always styling workout wear (ha) and run across the street to the gym, towel and water bottle in hand. By 6:45, I'm seated on the bike and ready for spinning class to begin. An hour later, my cheeks are flushed, sweat drips down my neck, my t-shirt is damp. (Unfortunately, due to time conflicts, it is in this lovely state that I then run to drill and sit for the next fifty minutes dreaming of drill's end so I can rush home and take a shower. My apologies to my fellow students in Portuguese drill who have to sit next to me). Thus, before it's even eight in the morning, I've already gotten in an intense workout, burned somewhere in the neighborhood of 500-600 calories, and am energized for the rest of my day.