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A Slippery Slope

(11/18/99 11:00am)

What are the ends of a liberal arts education? This is a good question. The term is bandied around by Dartmouth and other schools of like character. However, I wonder if these schools have paused to contemplate the actual definition of a liberal arts education. Dartmouth's mission statement states that Dartmouth "combines the best features of the undergraduate liberal arts college with those of the research university." Nowhere within the statement do we find a definition of a liberal arts education. It does state that Dartmouth is a "vital learning environment rooted in the liberal arts tradition" and that this environment "depends upon: a faculty dedicated to outstanding teaching, scholarship, and research; a talented, highly motivated, and intellectually curious student body; and a staff committed to the institution and its purposes." In this column I propose to argue that Dartmouth is not imparting a liberals arts education to its students and then to propose a possible manner in which it could remedy this situation.

A Do or Die Thing?

(11/18/99 11:00am)

Since last February, people who care about Darmouth and its future have been voicing their opinions in order to defend their viewpoint as well as convince others of it. Naturally, part of that endeavor involves using rhetoric in a passionate way. However, it strikes me that the analogies that have been employed in order to illustrate the importance that the Greek system holds for some of its members and the role it plays at Dartmouth are, by and large, egregiously inappropriate.

Our Piece of the Pie

(11/17/99 11:00am)

At last, negotiations over next year's federal budget are winding down, and Congressmen everywhere are eagerly preparing to get home in time for Thanksgiving. It is the time of year when they can relax, sit-back and enjoy a good home-cooked turkey and some old-fashioned pumpkin pie. They can finally catch their breath, now that they have successfully cut up the federal budget into little pieces in order to satisfy the voracious appetites of the interest groups. Like rude guests trying to grab at food, the lobbyists have been unusually successful in gobbling up the pork barrel spending dollars hastily included in the budget during these last few rough and tumble negotiating days. According to the Wall Street Journal, the Veterans-HUD appropriation measure was crammed with 444 specially earmarked items worth about $250 million. The defense bill included around $6 billion of pork. The surprising truth is that corporate lobbyist firms do not request many of these pork-barrel projects. Instead the money is quietly appropriated to placate the smaller groups, representing the constituents of a particularly powerful Congressman.

Men are From Mars

(11/17/99 11:00am)

The vast differences that exist between the sexes have always been well documented. Unfortunately, most of these documents have been lost, because they have been left under the care of men. History has proven that it is a very bad idea to leave anything important under the care of men, including money and children. On the other hand, as long as an item has remotely to do with sports, a man is constitutionally obliged to view it as the single most important and useful item ever created, since himself.

What I Do Know

(11/17/99 11:00am)

I am, as I am so often forced to tell the ubiquitous brother or sister at the door, a three. This makes me inherently dumb, insecure and prone to social faux pas. So of course there is no way I could have an opinion on the Greek aspect of the social initiative. And I have to admit that I really don't know where I stand on the future of the frats.

My Role of "The Girl"

(11/17/99 11:00am)

As the end draws near of my overwhelming first term, I am astonished to realize that I can actually call this place home. Not a day goes by when I cease to appreciate my luck at arriving at the wonderfully bucolic and intoxicating (no pun intended) institution, in some small way or another. Perhaps it's when I marvel at the architecture of Baker or Dartmouth Row on my way to class. Or when I stumble across an interesting and fun peer, a possible future friend. And not a weekend goes by when I don't attempt to take full advantage of the social scene on campus. "Oh, but you're an '03? Oh, okay, you're a girl, c'mon in"