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(10/27/99 9:00am)
On a hot day this summer, I sat in a barn in Etna, listening to Al Gore address a group of Dartmouth students and local residents on why he wanted to be our next president. Sitting there, as a New Jersey resident who was leaning toward supporting Bill Bradley, I was listening intently for any reason to consider instead supporting the Vice President. I heard many, which is why I am now writing this column as the co-coordinator for Dartmouth Gore2000.
(07/14/99 9:00am)
As most of us already know, a few members of the beloved Board of Trustees graced us with their presence this past weekend. Among their top priorities while on campus was meeting with students to discuss proposals for implementing their infamous Five Principles for residential and social life. Apparently, the events of the Trustee visit gave new meaning to the word meeting, a meaning that included such things as secrecy and inquisition.
(07/02/99 9:00am)
So Dartmouth's administrators probably think they're creating the next generation of intellectual leaders. While that may be right, they are also creating the next generation of candidates for lipo suction and quadruple bypass surgery. Now I realize that we are located in the middle of nowhere, but you'd think that perhaps a college as wealthy as ours would be able to import some sort of food that isn't fried or dripping in grease from civilization. But perhaps they are all just a little too busy trying to end the Greek system. Hmm...does anyone else think that their priorities are a little off balance?
(11/05/98 11:00am)
Money makes the world go around -- it wouldn't be a cliche if there weren't at least a tiny shread of truth in it. Many Dartmouth students look at money as one of those things you just don't discuss in public, let alone wave around or give out. But it's very easy to have such a nonchalant attitude toward money when you've never experienced a serious shortage of it. Most, though not all, Dartmouth students have never experienced financial problems. It is thus easy for them to dismiss the financial problems of others as either nonexistent or blown out of proportion.
(10/22/98 9:00am)
It doesn't affect me, so why should I care?" It is appalling on a campus supposedly brewing with our world's future leaders, how many times I've heard that comment and others just like it. If Dartmouth students are going to inherit global leadership positions, we must realize the importance of issues that do not directly effect us but do have an impact on our peers.
(09/24/98 9:00am)
I have always been a supporter of President Clinton. Through Gennifer Flowers, Whitewater, Paula Jones and even much of the Monica Lewinsky scandal, I have consistently supported the President, stating that his professional actions were far more important than personal mistakes Many people who agree with me on this point feel that the President should remain in office. I don't.
(05/26/98 9:00am)
Collis should be like this all the time!" Boy, if I only had a dollar for every time I heard that this Saturday night/Sunday morning, I could probably finance the rest of my Dartmouth education. In all seriousness, Dartmouth students did love seeing their student center actually looking -- oh my goodness -- like a student center. Yes, for one terrific night now known campus-wide as Dartmouth Up All Night, Collis was not overrun with senior citizens' meetings and office workers. It was instead overrun with Dartmouth students having tons of fun. And it was fabulous.
(05/15/98 9:00am)
Green Key Weekend, the last of the three "big" weekends of my freshman year, is upon us. Its arrival, along with that of warm weather and freshly blooming spring flowers, makes me want to reminisce about the past year. I, along with about 1,000 others, began my Dartmouth career almost eight months ago, and (yes, I know this is a cliche, but it's true) I cannot believe how quickly my first year at college has gone. I know that many of my fellow 'shmen share this sentiment as we all long for those carefree days of orientation, when we didn't have 15-page government papers to write and when there was no one with whom the "I'm just a freshman" excuse didn't work.
(05/12/98 9:00am)
Maybe it was springtime, with all the flowers in bloom filling the air with sweet, soft scents. Or maybe it was each of my girlfriends, one by one, becoming captured by her own springtime romance. Or maybe it was the gang from back home constantly asking that dreaded question: "Have you met any nice boys up at school?" Well, whatever the reason, something caused me to, over the last couple of weeks, forget my feminist roots and think that I needed a man to ensure my happiness. Am I ever glad that I finally came to my senses and realized that no man could ever bring me happiness.
(04/29/98 9:00am)
At almost any college, administrators at least pay lip service to the student voice. At Dartmouth, however, we all hope that they do more than that. We hope our administration really listens to and considers students' opinions when making decisions concerning College policy. Well, pretty soon we'll all get to see if this is in fact the case.
(04/14/98 9:00am)
It's been pretty tough to walk anywhere on this campus recently and not notice the campaign posters plastered on walls in just about every building. I personally make it a habit to check out the bulletin boards every so often in order to stay updated on all the goings-on at Dartmouth. But some of the campaign posters I've been seeing lately disturb me, and they're indicative of an even greater problem.
(04/02/98 10:00am)
Burnout. This is not a word you really want to hear during the first week of classes. This term should be reserved for that horrible period of life called finals. However, as I look around at my classmates and even at myself, I can see signs of burnout already manifesting themselves as many of us are already burning the midnight oil (not to mention the 3 a.m. oil) to finish those last 100 pages of assigned reading.
(02/27/98 11:00am)
Preppy. Intelligent. Well-rounded. Of the many words Dartmouth students use to describe one another, one that I've heard come up all too frequently is apathetic. People say Dartmouth students care more about their GPAs than about the world around us, our even about our own Dartmouth community. To these people, I say, "Open your eyes!" Everywhere I look, I see people who not only care about the world in which they live, but are working tirelessly to improve it.
(02/13/98 11:00am)
If I hear one more person criticize Valentine's Day, I think I'm going to scream! I've heard so many lonely souls refer to "that stupid holiday" or "that ridiculous day that just shouldn't exist." I hate to seem as though I'm not compassionate, particularly on a day that celebrates warm, fuzzy feelings, but these people have the worst case of sour grapes I've ever seen.
(01/29/98 11:00am)
I am a woman. That's right -- I wear a bra, can bear children and have plenty of estrogen running through my body. I don't need a jock strap, can't grow facial hair and will probably never go bald. And, if you couldn't already tell, I'm proud to be a woman and I express that pride often. But there is a time and place for everything.
(10/22/97 9:00am)
Looking around this college, it is easy to see that Dartmouth is the land of opportunity. We can do anything we want to here -- from studying Chinese to ballroom dancing, from learning to play squash to starring in a play. But it seems as though there is one thing that very few Dartmouth students do -- take care of our health.
(10/14/97 9:00am)
In the few weeks I have spent at Dartmouth, I have found that acronyms are a vital part of any student's vocabulary. HTH, EBA's and BEMA are among the most popular. The one that bothers me, however, is PC -- politically correct.
(10/06/97 9:00am)
"Go Big Green!"
(10/02/97 9:00am)
In the weeks that led up to my arrival at Dartmouth, virtually every high school and college student that I spoke with told me emphatically to keep my mind open to a wide variety of academic possibilities. So why, I wondered, did these same people speak of only one collegiate social opportunity -- drinking?