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(05/29/01 9:00am)
How to treat the dreaded last column?? It's getting to be my "last" everything and I'm running out of ideas. I just don't have the strength (This is the part of the column that I like to call the suckiness disclaimer: Don't blame me -- I'm old and emotionally drained. Cursed "milestones" such as graduation. How can I be expected to do something as trivial as string together complete sentences?)
(05/18/01 9:00am)
It's my last Green Key and since it's my favorite Dartmouthism, I'm feeling kind of nostalgic. Actually, that's not the right word. I'm feeling kind of confused, mostly because I have no idea what it is that I am about to celebrate this weekend, let alone why I'm nostalgic about it. I know what Homecoming means, and I realize that Winter Carnival is just a way to trap us into celebrating the fact that we go to school in the tundra. But I have no clue how to write about Green Key without sounding like a complete waste of space and purpose.
(04/24/01 9:00am)
On Monday, April 23rd, Theresa M. Pope wrote in The Dartmouth, "Based on what has transpired on your campus, I no longer view Dartmouth as a reputable institution."
(03/28/01 10:00am)
I wish that everything that happened in a term in Dartmouth couldn't be so tersely summed up in a nice 5,000 word ditty, like the one that appeared in yesterday's D. It seems with all of the opinions flying around, with all of the fury surrounding each issue, that the events of a term would amount to more than another article to file away in our archives, another something we can look back on and shake our heads at.
(02/14/01 11:00am)
My application for graduation is due in a few days. Actually, I think it was due yesterday, but I'm not too worried about that. I figure I'll just do it in the true spirit of Dartmouth: pay the fine and everything will be golden. I don't actually check my HB, so when a friend told me that I needed to apply to graduate, I was intrigued. Maybe this was a chance to re-live those zany high school days of application fun where people turned their summers at band-camp or their stints on the debate team into essays on how they were the next Mother Theresa.
(01/31/01 11:00am)
I have spent the past six months studying grief and bereavement. I have read articles, books, gone to workshops, interviewed people, and the only thing I can say with assurance is that there are no answers.
(01/17/01 11:00am)
Right before I left home to come back to Dartmouth for winter term, it snowed in the city (New York City, that is, for all of you who have deluded yourselves into thinking that "the city" means anything else). And it's a good thing it snowed, because for the five days prior to the event (which, for the rest of this vignette, shall be known by its formal name THE STORM OF THE CENTURY), the news was chock-full of snow-related news and commentary.
(11/02/00 11:00am)
Recently in Washington, President Clinton celebrated the 200th anniversary of the White House. Complete with the type of fanfare that only fife music is appropriate for, Clinton evoked the memories of John Adams and Franklin Roosevelt; it was a day, he conveyed, to appreciate this nation's rich history.
(10/27/00 9:00am)
I just can't get the hang of this Homecoming thing. I understand that it's definitely the biggest Dartmouth weekend; the other two just don't measure up to the fall classic. It's hard to get warm and fuzzy about Carnival traditions when you can't feel your ears, and don't even try talking to me about that stuff during the happy barbecue that is Green Key. Homecoming actually has a point -- I just don't know how I feel about that point.
(10/05/00 9:00am)
It's almost that merry season in Hanover again. No, I don't mean the season when fat men dress up in red suits. I'm talking about the season when frat guys dress up in business suits. All of a sudden, friends of yours, who usually walk around campus in shoes held together by duct tape, have taken to looking downright respectable. What gives? One word: interviews. Five more words: They are about to start.
(08/02/00 9:00am)
Much to the amusement of my family and friends, I recently became a legal resident of New Hampshire. I told people that it was for car insurance reasons, but in truth, Dartmouth's attempt to brainwash us by playing the alma mater twice a day finally convinced me that I wanted to be a legitimate part of the granite of New Hampshire. (Have you ever noticed that the Baker Bells hit about 3 notes in most songs they play, but can churn out both verses of the alma mater with orchestral-type perfection? But that's a different column.)
(08/01/00 9:00am)
Welcome to college, folks. Everything you need to know about pursuing a degree in higher education will be blitzed to you, at least 25 times a term, by well-meaning people who haven't yet figured out that everyone has read those forwards that tell you why college is like kindergarten, that teach you how to convince your roommate you're a walking psychopath and that remind you that a dorm is a real-life manifestation of everything Dante wrote about.
(07/05/00 9:00am)
I foolishly hoped that Dartmouth might rally for one more year, and that things would hold off until after I graduate. But when I read about the cutting down of the rope swing tree, I knew it was too late.
(05/18/00 9:00am)
Forty-six years ago, yesterday, nine people finally recognized that separate cannot possibly mean equal. Linda Brown, from Topeka, was tired of riding the bus every day for five miles when there was a school -- a white school, a supposedly "equal," but actually better, school-- just four blocks from her house. Thirteen families, in fact, were tired of situations like that, and, with the support of the NAACP, filed a class action suit against the Board of Education.
(05/05/00 9:00am)
Although I went to the Millennium March on Washington for Equality, I have never really considered equal rights a "cause" of mine. This doesn't mean that it is something I do not take seriously. In fact, my stance on the issue probably tends to oversimplify it. Whereas I can see the double-sided nature of many opinions I hold, I do not really see how there is any other side to argue when it comes to granting people equal rights. Every human being has and should be treated with the same rights. It seems like one of those "the sky is blue"- type truths that is beyond debate.
(04/17/00 9:00am)
I have to admit -- until a very short time ago, I hated the phrase "the Dartmouth Community." As a matter of fact, if you were to ask me what I found most annoying about the whole Student Life Initiative debate, I would have said that it was the fact that every time I turned around, someone was making a suggestions that they felt would benefit "the Dartmouth Community." For a little while, I even forgot to listen to what people were actually saying and decided that anyone who used those words wasn't on a side I could support.
(04/05/00 9:00am)
My name is Linda and I like boy bands. Something tells me I should be ashamed of myself for admitting that. I feel like some sort of social degenerate, as if I am the type of person who helps blind people only halfway across the street or something. But that little phrase actually represents a very big step in my journey towards self-awareness.
(02/15/00 11:00am)
Imagine overhearing someone say something like, "Well, that guy who got murdered last week kind of asked for it. He was walking at night through a bad neighborhood and was dressed in expensive clothes."
(08/13/99 9:00am)
Last weekend, some friends from home came to visit me. As I introduced them, with the tag line, "my friends from home," something about that bothered me. I think it was the part about "home."
(07/28/99 9:00am)
A long time ago, a very wise person told me that I would soon find a way to turn something I do every day, into an occupation.