A Misrepresentation
To the Editor:
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To the Editor:
If asked, most informed Dartmouth students will usually cite this approaching weekend as their favorite. Personally, I tend to waver back and forth between Green Key and Winter Carnival, but that's mostly because I have the unique privelege of risking life, limb and teeth while participating in the keg-jump. Nevertheless, few people would dispute Green Key's transcendence in the pantheon of Dartmouth weekends.
Last Spring my roommate and I traveled down to Lexington, Virginia, to spend the weekend at Washington and Lee University with some friends from home. The students down there were celebrating "Fancy Dress," a southern and slightly more elaborate version of our own Green Key weekend.
At some point during this year's keg jump, probably soon after the severe trauma to my mouth and legs had rendered me delirious, it occurred to me that here was a piece of Dartmouth I truly loved. Granted, it wasn't a big piece; but it was fun, student directed, and symbolically reflective (for better or worse) of a weekend I adore.
Returning home in a loaded car for what would probably be the last three-week Christmas vacation of my life, I couldn't help but reflect on my experiences here at Dartmouth and wonder if I would have done anything differently, given what I know now. I suppose this is a common act of nostalgia for seniors at any university, but it is, nevertheless, a personal and sometimes painful moment of self-examination. After a few minutes of this sappy nostalgia, however, I thankfully decided to direct my mind elsewhere and began a one-sided conversation with my dog, who proved surprisingly receptive as we settled down for the long drive back to Virginia.
John Sloan Dickey once said, "The terrifying truth is that young men learn responsibility by being permitted some opportunity to be irresponsible."
When I find myself in social situations that require an impromptu conversation starter, I usually begin with three quick personal facts: I'm from Norfolk, VA; I am one of the few people ever arrested for biking five miles naked on the Virginia Beach boardwalk; and I love Bruce Springsteen. For various reasons, I find that these three brief statements define my character fairly well. But if asked to elaborate on Bruce, I usually get flustered and distressingly inarticulate. So if you'll please indulge me this week, I'd like to put my liberal arts education to good use and offer a tribute to my hero.
When considering topics for my column this week, I found myself wavering back-and-forth between a celebratory tribute to Bruce Springsteen on the one hand, and a discussion on the artistic merits of our new black-lit Green on the other. Ultimately, however, I decided to tackle the subject that has distracted my attention from those two weighty topics this week -- fraternity rush.
Social life initiatives. "Structured" choices. The end of the Greek system "as we know it." These loaded phrases, so instantly recognizable on today's campus, have made the last nine months of my Dartmouth career ones of anger and frustration. Like many students on campus (particularly those in the Greek system), I feel both threatened and ignored, and last week's steering committee hearing did little to assuage my fears.
To the Editor:
To the Editor:
Like 83 percent of students and an over whelming majority of alumni, I have been so shocked and heartbroken by the recent events at Dartmouth that I've scarcely had time to think of anything else. That the Trustees and College President James Wright plan on destroying something so popular is unbelievable; that they made their decision without consulting anyone is unacceptable. So far, Wright's sudden and thoughtless announcement has been a remarkable study in poor leadership and planning. He and the Trustees have given us at Dartmouth a unique opportunity to witness a failure in the making. Listen up, Govy majors, and learn how NOT to run a college.