The Real Opposition
To the Editor:
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To the Editor:
I started this column last fall, and then, upon a second reading, deleted what I had written and chose another topic. I decided that for me to try and write about what it would be like to be a white male on the basis of empathy alone was more than a little presumptuous -- what kind of credibility would a column like that have?
It's not about "freshman dorms." It's not about sequestering the 'shmen or ruining traditional Dartmouth. Traditional Dartmouth, as far as residential life is concerned, died rather abruptly with the advent of the D-Plan. It used to be the case that students identified with their clusters, competed in intramurals, and even petitioned the administration for changes by cluster. Now they just beg for housing. And we might as well dive into the thick of it: the old system did not interfere with Greek affiliation any more than the proposed one will.
This is a commentary on hypocrisy.
How about the Lone Pines?" I asked my roommate.
Student Assembly President Danielle Moore '95's resignation sparked predictable responses: outrage, criticism, confusion.
I'm not sure when the transition happened, but at some point I fell out of the loop -- I feel like I have lost my job at Dartmouth. Like I've been transferred to the information processing department, where I sit and mull over the changes that are taking place and watch them happen without me. I feel too old, too jaded perhaps, to contribute.
There is a sexually transmitted disease called chlamydia that you might have right now. In 79 percent of women who have it, according to one study, there are no symptoms, but the ultimate effects include infertility, premature births, stillbirths and ectopic pregnancies. It is the most common STD, and it predominantly affects people our age -- treatable, but only if you know if you have it.
To the Editor:
A few weeks ago, a '98 wrote that the "magic of the moment" (his entire DOC trip) had "gone up in smoke" when he was asked to consider the history of a tradition and learn something about Dartmouth in the process.
Welfare frightens me. I almost cannot fathom living on welfare-- not just because of the material goods and security I know I take for granted, but because I cannot imagine living without hope of something better.
I saw a swarm of '97 women leaving one sorority and heading for another a few nights ago. There was nothing particularly striking about them, except perhaps that they all looked so similar to me. And then, perhaps that was striking, because as I wandered past on the other side of the street, I felt troubled by the sight.
It is awfully exciting to anticipate the approach of a 500 pound black bear as you set off on a hike. How often does a ranger tell you it is (and I quote) "extremely likely" that you will run into such a beast? With 11 miles of trail before us, most of which was a pretty harrowing climb, my group of '98s had plenty of other things to think about -- however, the possibility of encountering "Brutus" was certainly the most enthralling.
If there is one thing more frustrating than playing a game you can't possibly win, it's playing when the referee isn't paying attention to the game.
I want you to turn to the nearest senior and pat him or her on the back. And then I want you to ask, "How does it feel to have your transcript and resume scrutinized as though they contain every measure of your ability and potential to be 'successful' (whatever that means) in this world?"
If you ever went to camp, you were probably asked at some point to sit down with your tent or cabin group and make a list of rules: don't hit, don't steal, don't say mean things, do your job on the job wheel, be nice to everyone, etc. The underlying theme was to make camp fun for everyone and get along with each other. And your counselor was a pretty smart person, because he or she knew that since you all made up the rules together and agreed on each one, you would have a lot more respect for them.
There's nothing like breakfast with a Trustee of the College to get you thinking about how very temporary we are. Four years is really nothing. We talked about the first year experience, improving the academic community and social situations which need alteration - and then it became frighteningly evident that we won't be around to see what happens anyway.
In attempting to address women's needs on campus, Student Assembly candidates offered better lighting, escort services, even security cameras for A-Lot to "prevent" sexual assault. These are all needs, perhaps, of the campus-at-large, but it is also a glaring attempt to externalize the problem. To protect our community from the big bad rapists out there - not from members of our own community - even though almost all incidences of sexual assault on this campus occur between acquaintances. In somebody's room.
I can almost feel the Student Assembly election candidates creeping through the Hanover forest in camouflage clothing, guns at the ready. Face paint offers a guise of bloodthirsty ruthlessness, and as soon as the first shot is fired, they will charge upon us, hurling insults and threats and screaming until the day has come and gone.
The College's numerous administrators and committees have professed themselves of late to be deeply concerned with the lack of "intellectualism" at Dartmouth. College President James Freedman has praised the virtues of activities such as cello playing and translating Catullus in his ongoing efforts to redirect Dartmouth's frat basement dwellers and pre-professionals toward a more traditional liberal arts education.