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(01/20/99 11:00am)
Every freshmen year at college is different and unique. Looking back to those days, I realize how bizarre my experience was and what eclectically weird hallmates I was surrounded by. After comparing stories with my friends from back home, I realize that I took my freshmen experience for granted because I thought that most students went through what I went through. I'm going to share with you some of the things we did and let me know if my experience was all that unique.
(11/19/98 11:00am)
Doing an all-nighter is like running a marathon. Up until midnight, you hardly feel the drowsiness and can shrug off that annoying urge to sleep. When you manage to stay awake till three in the morning, you begin to feel it a bit more and find yourself nodding off to sleep. If you are truly fit (or desperate), you last through the morning and are greeted by sunrise and the birds chirping. Of course, if you are stuck in the basement of Kiewit like me, you hardly notice that it is another day. But your long journey through the night is not over.
(10/22/98 9:00am)
My father used to tell me that he walked 10 miles and had to swim across a river just so that he could go to school. Since he grew up in a war-torn country, I believed him. Now if I have any kids, I can tell them that I had to trek across an entire state and swim across the Connecticut River so that I could go to college. Of course I won't bother to mention that Dartmouth is located right on the border of Vermont and New Hampshire.
(10/16/98 9:00am)
While giving tours during the past interim period, I was reminded that many of our sacred traditions here at Dartmouth College might seem a bit bizarre and strange to unfamiliar eyes. Many older alumni, especially those who were here before women were admitted to the school, might point out that Dartmouth has undergone remarkable changes and has lost a few traditions. However, I like to think that we have gained a few along the way.
(10/01/98 9:00am)
They come in all sizes and shapes, but they are usually furry, large and easily recognized. For reasons unknown, children love them and are attracted to them like sharks to a drop of blood. Children and people practically tackle them on sight as if they were defensive linebackers rushing to sack the quarterback. People usually hug, touch or even throw up them, but they always seem happy. Who are they? Well they are many things -- they are college mascots, cartoon characters at major amusement parks and whoever dons hefty costumes in the name of entertaining people.
(09/23/98 9:00am)
On picking courses: I'm sure you all heard that the average grade for courses like Music 4 and Philosophy 8 is an A, and most of you are all signing up for them, expecting an easy A. My advice to you is: don't. I've known people who didn't do as well as they expected. To me, professors make all the difference in the world. A good professor can make Shakespeare sound sensible and the driest of subjects exciting.
(08/26/98 9:00am)
Do you remember the soccer player who accidentally scored for the other team during the last World Cup? Later I remember reading an article how he was shot down by an overzealous fan. These days I can sympathize with what that soccer player must have felt like after returning to his own country and finding people screaming for your blood.
(08/17/98 9:00am)
If Clinton has to be impeached, I think he should be impeached not because he perjured himself and lied about his affairs but because the man lacks common sense and has bad taste in women.
(08/05/98 9:00am)
I was sitting in my engineering class and my teacher asked who were the budding journalists in the class. Although I never really thought of myself as a journalist, I was tempted to raise my hand. I didn't, and it turned out to be the right choice. All of a sudden, he started to rant about the evils of media and its manipulative and money-grubbing ways. I wanted to remind him of Woodward and Bernstein and other journalists who I've looked up to but I really couldn't blame the guy. These days people trust journalists as much as politicians.
(07/22/98 9:00am)
Every once in a while, the Trustees of Dartmouth gather here in Hanover and discuss matters related to Dartmouth. These aging individuals, most of whom graduated from Dartmouth before the days of co-education, rule and guide Dartmouth while they live thousands of miles away, pretty much ignorant of students' needs.
(07/08/98 9:00am)
Dartmouth, for the lack of a better phrase, is filthy rich. We're not talking about a few million dollars here and there. Besides holding a huge chunk of New Hampshire, it owns land in Florida and other states. Last year President Freedman raised over half a billion dollars in Dartmouth's name. The parents of Dartmouth students donated over $16 million last year, enough to pay for the tuition of all Dartmouth students. It owns mutual funds, bonds and stocks and yet we don't even have air conditioning in our dorm rooms.
(05/22/98 9:00am)
There is a quick and simple way to tell how liberal a college or university is. Just count the number of people with dyed hair. If you visit a liberal college like the University of California at Berkeley, you can see the entire color spectrum on people's hair. At conservative schools, you won't find many people with strange hair colors.One of the first things I noticed at Dartmouth was the lack of people with dyed hair. I'm not talking about women who dye or highlight their hair every week or so. I'm talking about people with unnatural hair colors, such as purple, blue or green.
(05/15/98 9:00am)
I got a phone call from a childhood friend I had not heard from in almost nine years. It had been so long that I had forgotten what he sounded like, and it took me a while to figure out who he was. Apparently, he is coming to America as a foreign exchange student to an art institute in Chicago, and he was asking for advice, especially in learning English. Although he had taken English courses since elementary school, he was a bit nervous, so I told him about my experience.
(05/01/98 9:00am)
These days, whenever you read the front page of any newspaper, you read about some sex scandal, murder or bombing. They'll tell you who died, where they died and how many people died. After a while, it gets a bit depressing reading sad and disheartening news. Most people become callous to tragic news -- sort of like coroners get used to dissecting corpses. So I thought I'd break the trend and write one of those feel-good columns.
(04/24/98 9:00am)
Do you ever wonder? We all do, but I seem to be doing it a lot these days. Maybe it's the four classes I am taking, since my body cannot physically and mentally handle over a dozen hours of lectures and discussions a week. So here I am at the computer lab, writing a column instead of doing that paper. Here are some of my random thoughts, hence the title of the column ...
(04/22/98 9:00am)
For over two months during my senior year in high school, I was in a permanent state of nervousness. I was constantly anxious, and my nerves were fried. Every day after school, I went straight home and waited for the mail to come. Grabbing a book, I would sit on the curb next to the mailbox and would wait. Since the mailman did not have a strict schedule, I ended up waiting up to three hours.
(04/17/98 9:00am)
Whenever the sun is up, the sky is clear, and the weather is warm enough, we, the Dartmouth students, congregate on the Green. For some reason, the whole scenario reminds me of snails and worms that come out of the ground after it rains. It's strange to see so many people actually outside. Normally, I have a hard time believing that almost 5,000 people attend Dartmouth. Except for on special occasions, you do not see so many people outside. There is a kind of festive mood now, and I feel like I'm actually at a college.
(04/09/98 9:00am)
People are racists. Yup, it's true. Even you, the person reading this, are one. It's kind of scary when you think about it -- every time you meet somebody of a different race, you can't help wondering if the other person is seeing a representative of a race or actually you, the person. You look at your friends of various ethnicities and can't help but wonder.
(04/01/98 10:00am)
Propaganda is everywhere, brainwashing and conditioning our minds. It may be as benign as a commercial for the newest soda or it may be as malicious as governments conditioning the minds of children. I know I sound like a paranoid person who sees conspiracies everywhere, but the evidences of such are around and within us. Maybe I've been watching too many episodes of "The X-Files."
(03/30/98 10:00am)
I love something dearly. This love is not really complicated and has no strings attached to it like most relationships. It is simple love, love that is pure and unadulterated. It is a kind of love that makes me sigh every time I think of her and thank God for allowing me to feel this sensation. It is one of the reasons I go home during breaks. Her beauty is unsurpassed and her gracefulness turns heads. I love my car.