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You're too sensitive!" Why, because I don't like the fact that my identity is plastered on a T-shirt or jacket being worn by someone who knows nothing about me?
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You're too sensitive!" Why, because I don't like the fact that my identity is plastered on a T-shirt or jacket being worn by someone who knows nothing about me?
Native American studies Professor Colin Calloway argued last night that, until recently, Dartmouth has not lived up to the mission declared in its charter, the education of Native Americans.
So it's the third week of freshman fall and all the kids on your floor are once again going to frat row, and you're tagging along because you like to get your dance on or you want to roll with the nightlife or maybe you just really like warm cheap beer with a mysterious bouquet of bodily fluids, and you're trying to forget about the paper that's due next week and the fact that you're paying over $10 per waking hour to be at this college. You get to the dance floor, but it's crammed with arrhythmic intoxicated government majors, so you go to the pong table, but seeing the ball roll into a puddle of beer and dog hair and Lord knows what else sets off some alarm bells from Bio 101, so you finally decide to leave and maybe try the next house down and as you pass some random guy on the sidewalk he suddenly pukes all over your shirt and then staggers back and laughs and you're standing there thinking, Um, ew.
In its infancy, Dartmouth College was little more than a small log hut among the dense New Hampshire woods. The College continually struggled for survival during its early years, facing financial difficulties that on occasion nearly brought the school to ruin.
When members of the Class of 2006 take their first steps out of their respective buses, planes and mothers' stationwagons on to the Dartmouth campus, they can expect their first encounters with the Hanover community to come not from sage professors, perky undergraduate advisors or intimidating administrators, but rather by way of a set of bizarrely-clad, ass-boxing kids parked in front of Robinson Hall to lead and supervise the Dartmouth Outing Club's ever-popular Freshman Trips.
When I first came here, I couldn't see myself writing columns for The D. What did I know? I was just a freshman with very little knowledge about Dartmouth, let alone the world at large. And most of that I learned second-hand. But I studied and I grew, and by last spring, I decided that I pretty much knew what the hell I was talking about. Plenty of people think that of themselves, and that is a perfectly fine opinion to have. But as graduation looms closer, and the terrifying reality of the world outside becoming more obvious every day, I am again reminded that I am young, and there are many things I don't yet know. And yet, this realization makes me feel old here at Dartmouth, because it is part of growing up.
To the Editor:
To the Editor:
Maybe the outcry against the "Dartmouth Indian" shirt hasn't quite gotten the point across. For years, Native American students and their allies have protested the Indian mascot as a symbol of white America's historic oppression of Native Americans, only to be met with cries of "free speech!" from the white males who regularly wear the shirts (have you ever seen a non-white male wearing one?).
In the Dartmouth "Alma Mater," College alumni hold memories of their years in Hanover "in their muscles and their brains." Soon they may also keep them in their wallets.
To the Editor:
To the Editor:
To the Editor:
Desperately in its search of a mascot to represent sports teams and school spirit, Dartmouth struggles with the question of replacing the controversial Indian. Students gathered last night in Alpha Delta Fraternity to hear personal accounts and debate the issue of the ever-present Indian symbol on campus.
Just like last Homecoming, the football stadium will be lacking one of its "biggest" fans -- the moose.
It's easy to cry. We all do it sometimes, and I admit to doing a fair share of sobbing, even while at this wonderful place in the mountains, this College on the Hill (as they say), this Dartmouth. For me, at least, the transition to college life was far from easy; for most people, I've learned, it takes at least a little getting used to.
Upon arriving on campus, first-year students quickly discover that Dartmouth College is a place full of traditions, many of which will be expected to uphold during their first term here.
Dartmouth College began as little more than a clearing in the dense pine forests of New Hampshire. Underfunded and embattled in the early years, the College continually struggled for survival.
More than 300 hundred Dartmouth students and faculty met in Alumni Hall last night to discuss the meaning of freedom of speech in the context of the Dartmouth community. Megan Hitchner '01, Student Assembly's Vice President of Student Organizations, began the event, entitled "Let's Cut the Shit," by inviting people to express their differing opinions on the subject.
I just completed a project for my education seminar on free speech on college campuses. You can bet there were plenty of people lining up to be interviewed and each person had a very strong opinion on what the boundaries of free speech should be at Dartmouth. I asked questions such as "Is free speech sacred on college campuses?" and "Should the institution protect students from harmful speech so that they can pursue their education?"