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Applications to Dartmouth are up 11 percent this year!
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Applications to Dartmouth are up 11 percent this year!
In Tuesday's issue, The Dartmouth featured another piece from one of our esteemed alumni -- that strange, arcane population that seems intent on achieving some sense of maintained relevancy ("Zero Tolerance on Drugs, Too," Jan. 7). Amazingly, this time the argument did not involve any trustees, but instead amounted to an impassioned plea for a more lenient drug policy from Dartmouth's administration. The article cited facts, figures and straight-up '70s style in posing the question, "why does the Wright administration come down so hard on students for an activity that is benevolently accepted at every other school in the Ivy League?"
Last weekend, my father visited me on one of his meandering journeys up to Dartmouth. These became an instant tradition a few years ago, when he realized that he could use the somewhat legitimate-sounding excuse of "visiting his son at college" to take a few days off, drink some wine and enjoy some good, old-fashioned quiet. In his day, noises were neither so loud nor so obnoxious as they are today. Indeed, loud noises tend to startle him unpleasantly, and I truly believe that he takes every honking car in Boston as a personal affront. But he enjoys the trips, as far as I can tell, not only for the superb lack of honking, but also because they give him the opportunity to hear the rantings and ravings of arrogant youth (the best and only kind) from a slightly bemused perspective, before genially dismissing them as ranting and raving, and relishing the following day's quiet all the more for the experience.
I have what might be some rather depressing news for Mr. Wenda Gu, if indeed he is the D reader I always suspected him to be: I have neither spoken to, nor heard of, or from a single person who enjoys your multi-million-dollar imposition into the middle of our library. In fact, the highest praise of the work that I did come across was that it is merely "a little creepy." And this when I was pretending to adore the sculpture, in a quest for a little positive response. But the reasons behind this reality might not be quite so obvious or shallow as Dartmouth's publishing community professes, albeit in a laudably comedic manner. No, I (rarely) like to (do anything/) stir up a little excitement, a little interest (maybe even a little controversy?) on this apathy soaked campus. So, instead of attributing Wenda's distinct lack of support at this institution to such mundane factors as the general grossness of braided human hair or the fact that the artist uses the sweat of Chinese factory workers to make whole his visions of genius, I am taking it to the source: "The Dartmouth Administration ... " Oooooh.