Counterpoint: Blind Dates Aren't Worth the Risk
By Amy Davis
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By Amy Davis
The idea to write a thesis had been nagging Haley Morris '08 for several years. Morris knew since freshman spring not only that she wanted to write a thesis, but what topic she would like to cover (in case you were wondering, she is writing a geography thesis entitled, "A Tale of Two Islands: Mobility, Identity and Place on Nantucket, MA").
The study abroad experience makes your years at Dartmouth worthwhile. There, I've said it. It's just undeniable fact, a kernel of truth that can only be known by the select few -- or rather the majority of Dartmouth students -- who spend 10 weeks somewhere else for a change.
Don't get me wrong -- I love a good dance party. I like rocking out with my girls to jams like Ashlee Simpson's "L.O.V.E.," faking a B-side swing dance with a gentleman friend or two and going home with tired feet to the E.B.A's delivery man and my ravenous roommate. I like showing off my white-girl moves, including the shopping cart, the lawn mower and yes, the killer of killer moves, the noncommittal shimmy-shuffle.
Breakups are hard. There's nothing
I t's like an underground movement at Dartmouth. Though the straightforward majors of economics, government and English still abound on campus, there is a lesser know group of students who have found a passion in the study of architecture. Because Dartmouth is a liberal arts school, pre-professional majors are a no-no. (Incidentally, this is why the crazy overachiever who lives next to you can justify being a music and anthropology double major, as well as pre-med). Still, students interested in architecture have formed their own community, choosing classes that will prepare them for graduate school and allow them to study the field they find most interesting.
Consensus is that two things are true: this generation is the one to end Western Civilization as we know it, and celebrities are even worse than the rest of us. Impending apocalypse? Not so, Amy Davis argues. Celebrities in the past were just as scandalous. "Kids these days" may not be so crazy after all.
The air temperature of the earth has risen about one degree Celsius in the last one hundred years. This is something on which all scientists agree. After that, though, things begin to get sticky.
Youve seen them around. Theyre slinking behind every corner, taking up prime benches on the green, and roving around town in hordes. We all express irritation at their presence, but we know they must have inner lives. When it comes down to it, who doesnt want to know what the deal is with all the campers? In an effort to answer this question, I spent a couple hours lurking around their home base at their greatest moment of weakness: feeding time.
Sure, a casual game of pong is all fine and dandy, and Ramunto's and a late night viewing of Fight Club can lead to incredibly stimulating conversation, but wouldn't it be nice to take advantage of Dartmouth in the summertime, and make it a date to remember?
Sophomore summer isn't just for sophomores anymore. The traditionally sophomore-saturated term is still heavy on the oh-nines, but now includes a healthy dose of about 100 upperclassmen, about 9 months removed from their first sophomore summer. From taking classes, to working near campus, to participating in locally-held programs, many older students are taking what they learned last summer and using it to maximize this summer's potential.
Sophomore summer isn't just for sophomores anymore. The traditionally sophomore-saturated term is still heavy on the oh-nines, but now includes a healthy dose of about 100 upperclassmen, about 9 months removed from their first sophomore summer. From taking classes, to working near campus, to participating in locally-held programs, many older students are taking what they learned last summer and using it to maximize this summer's potential.
"Dude! I totally blacked out last night!" It's an excuse, a badge of superior partying skills, and a punch line all rolled into one commonly heard salutation on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday mornings. And while it can be unpleasant not to remember the night before, it's clear that it is not uncommon for Dartmouth students to have a lapse in memory due to excessive drinking.
From Home Plate brunch to Bagel Basement, Hanover eateries are rife with gossip on Sunday mornings. Topping the list of requisite conversations is who hooked up with whom that weekend. Sometimes the worst thing that could happen is running into your Saturday night snogging partner between 10s and 11s on Monday, but in many cases, there's a lot more at stake.
From the whispered, uncertain rumors of daily conversation to the flippant jokes made loudly in bravado-filled frat basements, it is clear that being Parkhursted is not something Dartmouth students take lightly. Even those who know very little about suspension view it as frightening and very real: "Being Parkhursted is the worst possible thing that can happen to you at Dartmouth. It puts your life on hold," Nicole LaBombard '09 said. And though Parkhursting is indisputably an uncomfortable subject, it seems that everyone can think of at least one acqaintance who has gone through the process.