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(04/04/97 10:00am)
This spring, tens of thousands of high school juniors and seniors are on the prowl. You've seen the mobs. You may have even been frightened by them. Accompanied by eager parents with bored younger siblings in tow, the '01s and '02s are all searching for the perfect college -- their metaphorical Disneyworld. Tomorrow I will face packs of them as I begin a stint as an official Admissions Office tour guide. As tour guides, it's up to us to show prospective students that Dartmouth can be their academic panacea, their Magic Kingdom.
(03/26/97 11:00am)
Welcome back! If you're reading this, I assume you made it back. Oh what tangled webs we weave when we try to get to or from Hanover, New Hampshire.
(02/21/97 11:00am)
Fleece -- wonder fabric or overpriced unstylish trend? I spent the first eighteen years of my life unaware that the fabric even existed. Yet my confrontation with it has been a struggle. It is a tale of a woman, a fabric and the gulf of ill will dividing them.
(02/14/97 11:00am)
Julie, you've got to help me. Y'see, I like this girl, but um, I don't know. We had lunch and she blitzed me but then I haven't blitzed her back and it's been a week but I really like her and ..."
(02/10/97 11:00am)
It can be downright stressful for weekly columnists to find opinionated topics to write about each week. I was lamenting to myself just yesterday that the fountain of conviction which carried me though a term and a half of weekly columns had run dry. Luckily, the Thursday edition of The Dartmouth saved me.
(01/24/97 11:00am)
You can never quite predict which minor events will change your life. We'd like to think that the one dollar lottery ticket or resume sent to a huge company will have an impact, but more often than not, it is something unplanned, something trivial, even something from a very early age. They don't call them the formative years for nothing, and for me, a defining moment that reverberates through my daily life predates my memory of the event.
(01/17/97 11:00am)
When most people remember childhood birthday parties, they remember things like tearing through endless wrapping paper, pleading over who would get the icing roses from the cake, and rubbing balloons on their heads to generate static and make them stick to the wall. For me, one birthday experience stands out in my mind as just as memorable as getting my Vanilla Ice tape at age fourteen.
(01/06/97 11:00am)
Over the break I "took Dartmouth home" and visited four high schools in my area, handing out pamphlets from the admission office, preaching the Dartmouth gospel, and fielding a number of interesting questions.
(11/25/96 11:00am)
"What do I want to do with my life? Funny you should bring that up. I have every course for the next eight terms at Dartmouth entirely planned such that upon graduating with degrees in both the toxicology of cyanobacteria and the sociology of lower invertebrates, I can accept the job already offered to me as a head research assistant in a laboratory in Guam. The Nobel prize committee is keeping tabs on me. Did I mention I'm only a '00? Oh but that's nothing really, you must have big plans yourself! What do you want to do?"
(11/08/96 11:00am)
The scene: any class at Dartmouth. The victim: any random student. The crime: a critical lack of sleep. The weapon: the candlestick. Congratulations, you've survived seven weeks of the 1996 Fall term, and if you're like most, you have at least two things to show for it -- a few grades and at least two drooping eyelids.
(11/01/96 11:00am)
On the eve of Halloween, suddenly, on what was otherwise an average grease-seeking mission to Food Court, I was possessed by an idea. That very night my roommate and I committed a flagrantly unusual random act ... of kindness, and I haven't had that much fun since 90210 went into syndication.
(10/25/96 9:00am)
While you were munching on your Harold Burgers in Food Court this fall, I'd wager you were unaware that quietly but staunchly, a war was raging under your nose, a food fight of the cleanest kind. On the bulletin board behind the Food Court trays, Jake O'Shea '97 has been staging a comment card campaign in valiant defense of that which has been described by another as "your friend" and "the thing that comforts you when your girlfriend dumps you." Naturally only one thing could leap to mind. That's right, the old fries.
(10/18/96 9:00am)
Towards the end of the summer, as the rest of the college world was already humming with the new school year, we Dartmouth students had a little extra time on our hands for reflections on the past year. Frankly, by mid-September, with summer internships ending and friends gone back to school, what else was there to do?
(10/11/96 9:00am)
Alex: Gee Mallory, I see you've been putting in your quality time at the mall.
(10/04/96 9:00am)
Free bagel brunch in Collis Common Ground." Your pulse quickens. You're there.
(09/25/96 9:00am)
Everyone loves Dartmouth. From the moment we step onto this campus as 'shmen, birds begin singing, the sun shines perpetually, and cars stop for us even when we're not at an intersection. It's better than Dave Matthews and more addictive than crack -- The Dartmouth Experience!