At the Field Day Festival in Giants Stadium on June 7, after the rain had cleared, Radiohead had the temerity to play "Sit Down. Stand Up," a new song that concludes with dozens of mantra-like repetitions of the words "the raindrops."
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In their sweeping indictment of the military-industrial complex, consumer advocate Ralph Nader and Texas journalist Molly Ivins both want Americans to wake up to the nightmare of the presidency of George W. Bush. History buffs, please note: it was President Dwight D. Eisenhower, a Republican, who first warned the nation of the dangers of the military-industrial complex, nearly 50 years ago. The United States is infinitely more unsafe now than it was on Sept. 11, 2001, precisely because of the misguided, shortsighted, mean-spirited polices of President George W. Bush and his corporate associates.
For several years now, students have complained about Dartmouth's misguided alcohol policy, and the changes presented last January only exacerbated the administration's rift with reality. While several minor improvements have been made, it is worth highlighting one of the more nonsensical rules to emerge in the wake of the Student Life Initiative -- the ban on unregistered kegs.
Though frequent changes in the weather might have had more impact on students' day-to-day lives, the conflict in Iraq and the College's continued budget woes were the real issues that dominated the campus Spring term.
With a 3.99 grade point average, Latchezar Benatov '03, a math and physics double major from Sofia, Bulgaria, is the valedictorian for the Class of 2003. Justin Walsh '03, an economics and math double major from Quincy, Mass., is the class salutatorian, with a record just one-hundredth of a point behind Benatov at 3.98
In direct response to the College's recent budget troubles and inspired by a little friendly competition in the tradition of reunion fund-raising, several alumni classes have raised record-setting amounts of money for Dartmouth.
After capturing the suspected perpetrator of a hit-and-run incident in Norwich that killed a Vermont state trooper and spawned a three-day chase over much of the East Coast, law enforcement authorities must now decide who's best equipped to serve justice.
The following are the names of students as of Thursday, June 5 who will be graduating at Commencement on June 8. All students are members of the class of 2003 unless otherwise noted.
One of the stranger conventions of newspaper writing that I observed while I was an editor at The Dartmouth came from the sports section. Each week, in the Friday issue that previewed the weekend's big game, the sports writers would make a chart listing which team had the advantage in certain categories: defense, offense, passing, running, etc.
Fellow members of the Dartmouth College community:
Two '03s are looking to earn spots on professional sports teams next year.
Dartmouth seniors obtain degrees in a variety of disciplines and then go on to jobs in the "real world." But a number of students are going to live out their dreams as full-time artists.
As the last days of their senior year come to an end, many '03s are finding that their futures are not altogether clear, as some head to graduate school, others to good jobs and others to uncertainty. Here is a brief sampling of what five seniors plan to do after Commencement.
First it was the last class. Then it was the last paper. Then it was the last final. The last shift at work, the last walk around Occom Pond, the last DDS meal, the last visit with a Tucker little brother or sister. The last time the trees outside Baker would bloom with white flowers in the spring, the last camping trip to Gilman Island, the last dip in the river. God forbid, the last game of pong. And, of course, the last column in The Dartmouth.
I came to Dartmouth College in the fall of 1999 as a prospective engineering major. My entire college search was based around two needs: a robust engineering department and the mere existence of a jazz ensemble. For whatever reason, it took only about two or three days on campus for me to have abandoned the idea of majoring in engineering. Perhaps the prospect of taking physics and multivariable calculus in my first term at college finally became an unacceptable reality for me. Much to the shock of my parents, I decided fairly early on that I would be a government major despite not having taken any real government courses in high school. Such is life in college. Given infinite choices and seemingly unlimited freedom to do what I wanted, I changed my mind on a whim and basically altered the course of my life.
I could use this space to write a reflective and sentimental commentary about the end of my Dartmouth career, but I'm sure emotions will be running high enough on campus today without my contribution. Besides, I've already shared my personal commentaries on life here through the past three years of my columns.
I have spent the past few years opining about various imperfections of Dartmouth, but today I wish to consider the many ways in which the College succeeds in educating students. Of the many influences that have promoted my personal growth here, it is the development of intellectual curiosity and critical reasoning skills for which I am most thankful.
Before the big ceremony Sunday on the Green signifying the lifting of "undergrad" status from the shoulders of graduating seniors, the graduate schools will send some of its students out into the professional world Saturday with the Tuck and Thayer School's Investiture ceremonies and Dartmouth Medical School's Class Day.
As seniors graduate this year, alumni will return to campus to remember their years at Dartmouth. Among those returning this spring are members of the Class of 1953 for their 50th reunion and members of the Class of 1978 for their 25th.
Harry Truman once said, "I tried never to forget who I was, where I came from and where I would go back to."