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A good friend of mine had a tough time adjusting to college. Classes, dorm life, homesickness but above all, he had to cope with the fact that his nickname was "Bread." His first name was Steven, which led another one of my high school friends to the obvious conclusion that Stevie Wonder and Wonderbread created a strong link between the name Steven and the nickname Bread. The name stuck, but Bread would have to go through this story ad nausem during his freshman year. Life just got a whole lot easier for Bread, who can now direct new acquaintances to breadpeople.tumblr.com. Bread People takes the names of famous celebrities and inserts bread-related puns, which are attached to a picture of the celebrity's face Photoshopped onto the related bread item. Stevie Wonderbread is among the celebrities profiled, but the real winners are Ariana Muffington, Sylvester Stallscone and Condoleezza Slice. Some pretty crumb-y puns, huh?
Since the murders of Dartmouth professors Half and Susan Zantop in 2001, many storytellers have been drawn to the topic, resulting in several books and a play that attempted to make sense of the tragedy. Now, nearly 10 years after the murders, director Jay Craven is working on the most recent retelling of an event that has largely slipped from campus consciousness: a film adaptation of the book "Judgment Ridge," which chronicles the Zantop murders.
In her artist's statement about the exhibit, Park wrote that she aims to explore properties of geometry and abstract mathematics through various structures and patterns. Indeed, the pieces in the exhibit are constructed from simple materials with muted tones primarily smooth metal and plastic in silver, black, white or gray thus drawing attention on the complexity of her structures rather than the substrate used.
Not too long ago an undergraduate advisor in Mid-Massachusetts hall, where I live, blitzed all residents to inform us that over the weekend, someone had entered the building and destroyed multiple windows, television screens and the vending machine glass. Since the perpetrator was unknown, the blitz said, all the student residents would be fined an equal share of the damages. Given that students are already paying an inflated price for housing at the College, fining innocent bystanders in cases like this one is simply unacceptable. Why should I pay for some drunken fool's rampage?
I have a considerable amount of nostalgia for the 19th century. This is possibly misplaced after all, we have abolished slavery, discovered penicillin, etc. But, I suppose the thing that I look back on as being of worth has more to do with personal development with what kind of human beings we're trying to create. Obviously, social and medical conditions have improved immensely. No argument there. But there is a notable lack of self-cultivation in the world today. By "self-cultivation" I simply mean the age-old formula of forcing human beings to gain some measure of control over their own minds, by forcing those minds to adopt certain patterns of thought. In the West, this traditionally took the form of doing things like memorizing parts of The Iliad in the original Greek. In the East, it took the form of epic recitations of great poems like the Ramayana, yogic practice, tai chi, etc. In the Islamic world, people still routinely memorize the Koran in its entirety. And so memory, I believe, is the key to what we are missing.
The London School of Business and Finance introduced a program late last month that allows users to earn an M.B.A. exclusively through a Facebook application, The New York Times reported. The application currently has over 30,000 active users. Aaron Etingen, founder of the London School of Business and Finance, said he expects 500,000 prospective students to test the program free of charge within the next year, according to The Times. Students pay for separate modules, which total about $23,000 the same cost as the school's campus-based and other distance-learning M.B.A. degrees. Courses on the Facebook application are divided into 10 modules, each of which contains a video lecture, a Facebook discussion, documents, study materials and tests, The Times reported.
Anise Vance '11 has been named a George J. Mitchell Scholar by the U.S.-Ireland Alliance for the 2011-2012 academic year one of 12 students selected from across the nation for the honor. Vance will spend next year in Northern Ireland, pursuing a master's degree in geography at Queens University Belfast and researching religious identity and space in Ireland.
The Rocket Experiment for Neutral Upwelling, or RENU, will study the relationship between atomic oxygen and solar wind, according to Kristina Lynch, professor of physics and astronomy at the College. Lynch is the lead researcher of Dartmouth's portion of RENU.
Superior Court Judge Jon Blue on Friday denied a motion seeking a new trial for Steven Hayes, who was convicted last month of the murders of Hayley Petit, her mother and sister, according to the New Haven Register. In a 12-page decision, Blue rejected defense lawyers' argument that errors by the court warranted a re-trial, the Hartford Courant reported.
The answer to curing cancer may lie in the capabilities of the human immune system as opposed to current chemical treatments, according to a new study published by researchers at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center. The study, published Nov. 15 in Clinical Cancer Research, used tumors found in cancer patients to develop individualized vaccines that induce immune responses to cancers.
Well, I am officially no longer a college football player. We played our last game on Saturday, finishing the season in style with a 31-0 win over Princeton. It was our first shutout since 1996 and capped our first winning season since 1997. It’s sad to know that football is done, but it ended about as well as it could have. I didn’t cry after the game, which was a pleasant surprise, and finishing with a shutout was a nice exclamation point on our careers. Also, I know that football isn’t really done forever because hopefully someday I’ll have the opportunity to make my son play football and live vicariously through him.
Just as sad as being done with football is being done with the Deregtory, and I decided that I wanted to do something special this week. Seeing as it is an emotional time for me and I have always expressed myself best through poetry, I decided to write a poem. I hope you like it.
An Ode to Dartmouth Football
My Dartmouth football career started three years ago,
Despite my toned physique, expectations were low.
I wasn’t recruited, came in as a walk-on,
Helmet, shoulder pads, cleats, and jock on.
Leaving for college was very nerve-racking,
Playing football, I thought I was in for a shellacking.
All summer long I lifted weights and ate my veggies,
Unfortunately that didn’t prepare me for an onslaught of wedgies.
I’m actually just kidding, there’s no hazing on our team,
If any compliance officers are reading, the freshman life is a dream,
But on the field, the move to college was a tough transition,
Had dreams of gridiron glory; none came to fruition.
Then sophomore year was anything but fun,
We lost all ten games, couldn’t even win one.
A short list of things made me happy that year:
Family, friends, the occasional ice-cold beer.
Lost the first five games of junior year, had a losing streak of 17,
Losing ten games was bad, but this was just getting obscene.
Finally on homecoming we broke that wretched curse,
We were still not very good, but thankfully Columbia was worse.
This year we appeared to finally turn the corner,
Thanks in large part to our fans, and the shrieking of Katie Horner.
Dartmouth football glory, we began to restore,
We won six of our games, and only lost four.
The winning record was our first in 13 seasons,
As to why it took so long, I can offer only one reason.
So ponder this question over a tea, or a cold lager:
Did any of those 13 teams have a bench-warming blogger?
For leading us to six wins, I will surely be exalted,
As for the losses, how could a backup be faulted?
Either way, what matters most is what football has given me,
Big muscles, concussions, free sweatpants and hoodies.
I know that someday I will look back on these years and smile,
About the friends I’ve made, the memories we’ve compiled.
But now it’s time for me to move on to the next thing,
Good luck to the boys next year, and bring home that ring!
Thanks for reading all year, I hope you have enjoyed it because I’ve had a great time writing. There’s a chance I am going to start blogging again in the spring, but until then I’ve created a Twitter account (@thederegtory) to keep you posted on all of the really important things that I usually have to say. Thanks again to everybody who helped make my senior season a memorable one, and GO DARTMOUTH!