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(11/02/99 11:00am)
Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, 20 students meet with Education Professor Testa and discuss issues sharing personal experiences, opinions, advice, laughter and tears. At four o'clock, 21 seekers of knowledge leave the room with more questions than answers.
(10/07/99 9:00am)
I'm a senior now. In theory, I guess that makes me the one who should have the wisdom, the words of advice that I am able to impart on the younger members of the Dartmouth community. In reality, although I can tell you what classes I think you should take, I am still essentially clueless about a great many things.
(01/27/99 11:00am)
Lately I've been thinking about the ways that I've grown and changed since I've been at Dartmouth. I don't know exactly what spurred my introspection. Perhaps meeting the '02s this term has caused it, but more likely it's been Religion 1 and Professor Hericks's lecture on the college years as the time "betwixt and between" childhood and adulthood.
(11/20/98 11:00am)
I love my FSP. I've been in Scotland for more than six weeks, so when I add the two weeks I spent travelling before I got here, I get a total of eight weeks in Europe. Wow, how the weeks fly past when you're having the time of your life. The entire two months seem like a highlight film, but I'll try to pick out some of my favorite moments. Building a snowman in the Swiss Alps, cooking a campfire lunch on a hill overlooking LochNess, gazing at the statue of David and eating a nutella-filled crepe on the way to the Eiffel Tower are probably at the top of my very long list.
(08/24/98 9:00am)
Okay, how many of you had 99s tell you that the summer is a very chill time, because professors understand that it is summer and therefore assign less work? I heard this from lots of people, but unfortunately I neglected to ask them what classes they were taking. I can tell you one thing: they weren't taking any of the classes that I'm currently enrolled in. Oh well. I'm really glad that this is the first term I've ever had three end of term papers -- and three finals/exams. It's made these last two weeks so enjoyable. Oh, and I also did two in-class presentations, but who's counting?
(07/30/98 9:00am)
There is something decidedly unnatural about taking classes during the summer. I become painfully aware of this every morning when I wake up to the beautiful sunshine and sigh contentedly. Then, about three minutes later, I remember that I am in Hanover, and that somehow I have to shower and get to class in under thirty minutes. On half of the days, as I am scurrying to class, I seriously contemplate parking myself on the Green and remaining there for several hours. But of course, I go to class. At least my body does. I think that the rest of me stays out outside, immersed in the warm sunlight and comfy grass. I'm writing this on the Green, as a matter of fact. I've realized that sitting out here is much more conducive to philosophizing than doing anything remotely resembling real work. When I'm tired of thinking, there's always people watching, napping, and various other activities that are so much more fun than reading or writing papers.
(07/24/98 9:00am)
Sophomore parent's weekend is upon us. Like all of you whose parents are arriving, I took steps to prepare for the weekend. I cleaned up my room, removed the blue nail polish, and covered up my tattoo (just kidding). For the past week, I've been really excited because my parents will arrive today, and for the first time, my sister will also be at Dartmouth.
(07/16/98 9:00am)
Wow, It's sophomore summer, and it is kind of scary to say that. For so long, sophomore summer was this term of fun in the distant future that everyone looked forward to and made grand plans for. Now it is here; we're already a few weeks into it, and that is kind of frightening.
(07/15/98 9:00am)
During the start of my freshman year at Dartmouth, I noticed how involved the students were. As busy as classes seemed to make all of us, somehow my classmates seemed to have time for other activities as well. Everyone seemed to be a varsity athlete, an amazing musician, or a rock-climbing/hiking/canoeing guru. I felt kind of out of place. I'm definitely not athletic, and I have no amazing talents that could occupy my free time. People seemed to be settling into these little grooves, and I just hadn't found my niche.
(07/02/98 9:00am)
I spent last term working at an international refugee center in Chicago. It was, to say the least, an absolutely wonderful experience, perhaps even the best 10 weeks of my short life.
(03/03/98 11:00am)
It's almost midnight. I'm in bed at Dick's House, trying to stay awake for the "Law & Order" verdict, but I keep slipping in and out of consciousness. My throat is hurting viciously, so the nurses are going to bring me a popsicle: blue raspberry, my favorite. I'm lying here thinking about stuff again, mostly because I'm too sick to do anything else.
(02/17/98 11:00am)
I'm warning you: this is kind of random. I usually like to write columns that have either a point, a purpose or some semblance of organization, but it is sort of hard to achieve these things during Carnival weekend. A '97 friend of mine used to call the big weekends "College-sanctioned vacations from sobriety." I disagree about the sobriety thing. I like to think of Winter Carnival and other weekends like it as College-sponsored vacations from doing anything remotely resembling work. As much as I love writing columns, they require a structure and must be turned in by a deadline, which makes writing them count as work. Thus, this column is slightly incoherent.
(01/20/98 11:00am)
Last night I thought a lot about high school. I guess it must have been some time since I contemplated the years I spent at dear old Mercy High. Yes, I went to an all-girls Catholic school, but it was not the typical private institution. It was at Mercy that I first met large numbers of people different than I am, for we enjoyed a great diversity in terms of race, religion, socioeconomic status and, for lack of a better term, personality.
(01/09/98 11:00am)
I'm not the world's neatest person. In fact, I'm a bit of a slob. I used to think this was a very common trait among people my own age. I guess I've always thought that most people my age are generally unconcerned with tidiness. I've since revised my opinion. Not only are most people here pretty darn neat, they can also be pretty darn rude to those of us who aren't.
(01/06/98 11:00am)
Here we are, back in Hanover for another term. Have you thought about what you're going to do differently this term? Maybe you've considered studying more, partying more or joining another campus organization. Let me offer a suggestion: spend a few hours a week volunteering.
(11/26/97 11:00am)
I had a really random day last Friday. Some days, I feel like I need to take on the system, and other days just getting my laundry done is the only kind of moral victory I need. Friday was definitely in the laundry category.
(11/24/97 11:00am)
Okay, all you 2000s, is this term killer, or is just me? Originally, I thought I was one of few who thought this term was not the greatest, but I have since revised my opinion. Lately, when I see people and ask "How are you?" the most common responses are "I'm hanging in there" and "I am surviving -- barely." Most people go on to say that all their friends feel the same way. Others say, "I'm fine," but I can tell by the clenched teeth and the dark circles under their eyes that they haven't slept a whole lot lately. I myself haven't been leading the most stress-free existence this term, and I am still trying to figure out why.
(11/04/97 11:00am)
Do you know someone at Dartmouth who has an eating disorder? Chances are, if you've been here for awhile, you probably do. A 1991 survey conducted by the Dartmouth Office of Nutrition Education revealed that 80% of students know someone at Dartmouth who has an eating disorder.
(10/20/97 9:00am)
This weekend I celebrated the 25th Anniversary of Coeducation at Dartmouth. To me, the Coed Celebration is not just about seeing Meryl Streep, or passively attending the one weekend's events. Rather, it is the beginning of a process of celebrating how far we have come and realizing how far we still have to go.
(10/13/97 9:00am)
I just got my DarTalk bill. Oh, how I love DarTalk. The first thing I noticed was that they charged me $11 for service fees. I'm a UGA, so I don't have to pay those fees. I called my dear DarTalk friends, and they informed me that they didn't know that I was a UGA, so they had to charge me this month. They assured me that I would get the money refunded in October. I almost would have believed this if I hadn't written UGA in huge letters across my new account form.