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(07/07/05 9:00am)
In response to Kathryn Gilbert's criticism of a fellow student's take on the recent War and Peace Center's Middle East Panel ("Deserving of More Nuanced Debate," June 30), I felt more compelled than usual to comment on yet another bout of bickering, courtesy of the op-ed page.
(06/10/03 9:00am)
First it was the last class. Then it was the last paper. Then it was the last final. The last shift at work, the last walk around Occom Pond, the last DDS meal, the last visit with a Tucker little brother or sister. The last time the trees outside Baker would bloom with white flowers in the spring, the last camping trip to Gilman Island, the last dip in the river. God forbid, the last game of pong. And, of course, the last column in The Dartmouth.
(05/06/03 9:00am)
I write in response to Jon Eisenmann's piece
(03/06/03 11:00am)
They've done it again.
(02/20/03 11:00am)
With another foot or so of snow dumped upon Hanover, many of us have been wondering why we ever came to this godforsaken place and even more of us are looking longingly toward the haven of spring break that lies only a few short weeks away to save us from this misery. It's just another winter at Dartmouth and we can't wait for it to be over. After all, there's a reason only about 15 percent of juniors are on campus right about now.
(01/23/03 11:00am)
Just as sure as it brings gusts of wind so cold you think you'll pass out, winter in Hanover brings with it a new crop of fresh-faced sophomores who will literally be passing out in pools of their own bodily fluids as pledge term progresses. Unconcerned with the adverse health effects of having intoxicated students fall asleep in snowbanks or even perfectly sober women prance around in barely-there dresses from sorority to sorority in single-digit temperatures, the College continues with winter rush, and, much to its chagrin I'm sure, rush continues unfazed. Indeed, this was a successful rush term for fraternities, sororities and coed houses alike, and the numbers will probably only get better when the rest of the '05s return for mud season in the spring.
(01/10/03 11:00am)
You won't get financial aid unless you're below the poverty line. Forget Dartmouth,you should apply to the University of Texas.
(10/11/02 9:00am)
Adam Kuhlmann's letter to the editor entitled "Step Right Up, Boys" in the Oct. 10 issue of The Dartmouth began as a satire on the homogeneity of the clothing donned by Dartmouth seniors as they attempt to brownnose their way to the top, but it quickly degenerated into a not-so-subtle attack on the process of corporate recruiting itself.
(10/10/02 9:00am)
By the good ol' days, of course, I am referring to last year. Back in the days when technology, while omnipresent, at least left us some remnants of independence and self-control. Back when these new-fangled devices and applications were not squeezing their way into every last nook and cranny of our lives. You remember what I'm talking about?
(09/26/02 9:00am)
The calendar may say autumn, but with wide-eyed '06s shmobbing their way around campus, full of excitement, wonder and anticipation, one could easily mistake it for spring: the same sense of rebirth and renewal that accompanies every new class is back and as strong as ever.
(05/23/02 9:00am)
In the interest of social science, I attended
(04/25/02 9:00am)
Over prospective weekend we witnessed a proliferation of programmed events, put on by Dartmouth to entertain and amuse, to show all those kids just how much there is to do at this school. The weekend exaggerated common characteristics that we see in the advertisement of events; we can interpret this as an attempt to control the social lives of students in desirable ways by the administration.
(04/11/02 9:00am)
My big break has finally come! I was eagerly waiting as the correspondent from WBZ Channel 4 in Boston made her way through the TV room in Collis. She was looking for subjects to interview on the day of the sentencing in the Zantop murder case, and my patience paid off when "Dan Garamba" appeared on the 11-o'clock news to describe the campus reaction to the sentences. My name -- or at least a rough approximation thereof -- appeared on one of CBS' largest affiliates. It's only a matter of time before I hit the big screen, and they even provided a convenient pseudonym I can take with me.
(03/28/02 11:00am)
I like Dartmouth. I tend to express my appreciation for the privilege of attending this institution fairly often in my writings, and I am known to get annoyed with those who take for granted the opportunity by complaining about relative trivialities.
(03/01/02 11:00am)
It's been a long time. After weeks away from the burden of confronting my own thoughts, I'm back at the keyboard because something written in The Dartmouth this term has finally captured my fancy -- or, rather, my disgust and sorrow -- to the extent that I feel an overpowering urge to pour out my guts and do whatever is within my grasp to provide hope for the campus I yearn for. I refer to John Stevenson's column in the Feb. 26 issue of The Dartmouth entitled, "Attack the Message." Hopefully other people are motivated to respond to it too. Dialogue is good, even if Stevenson grabs it around the neck and kicks it repeatedly in the crotch until it can only whimper and look at the ground.
(11/07/01 11:00am)
I feel it my duty as an American -- nay, a western American, one of the pop-saying variety -- to respond to recent comments in these very pages noting American ignorance of world geography. While I cannot argue that many people are pathetically inept when it comes to world geography, there is an issue much closer to home that needs to be addressed. After all, how can we expect others to know anything about world geography before they know anything about the United States? And I'm not talking about post office employees, who are slandered enough as it is, or your run-of-the-mill "Jaywalking" morons from "The Tonight Show," as the only perpetrators of geographical ignorance. I am talking about bona fide ivy league students who know nothing about America. Can't get much closer to home than that. Before we can even think about addressing American egocentricity in its ignorance of the rest of the world, we have to work on this very campus to solve the problems of ignorance of this wonderful land stretching from sea to shining sea. (And yes, contrary to popular opinion, the country does stretch from the Atlantic to the Pacific, not just from the Atlantic to the Mississippi.)
(10/24/01 9:00am)
I'm disappointed with basically every protest of the military involvement in Afghanistan. It's not because I'm a warmonger, although I do believe that military action is necessary in certain circumstances and cannot be categorically opposed. My opposition has to do with the fact that protests that might otherwise be productive and insightful simply revert to the same exhausted idealistic rhetoric over and over.
(10/10/01 9:00am)
It was my 21st birthday, a time to revel in my new freedoms. Instead I worried about freedoms I had already taken for granted and endured one of the most harrowing experiences of my life -- and nothing even happened.
(09/26/01 9:00am)
Ah, fall. A time of unbridled optimism. A
(08/22/01 9:00am)
The Denver Post has made a stand to refer to the new home of the Denver Broncos solely as "New Mile High Stadium." The stadium's actual name, in line with the wonderful age of selling out in which we live, is "Invesco Field at Mile High." Even before I came to Dartmouth from Denver over two years ago, when the stadium's construction was in its infancy, the controversy over naming the stadium filled the papers. The original Mile High Stadium was and will forever remain sacred to the legions of fans who stuck with their beloved Broncos as they went through all their ups and downs, so the Mile High moniker carries special meaning for Denver residents. No one will part with it without a fight, no matter how much money Invesco offers.