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(02/22/94 11:00am)
Weed. Cannabis. Hash. Marijuana. Pot. As a cigar smoker, I couldn't understand why so many people like Phillies Blunts, which only cost a quarter and are made mostly of paper. A learned person then pointed out to me that it was not what came in a Blunt that made it a good smoke, but instead what you put into it.
(02/21/94 11:00am)
I thought I would take this term off so I could perhaps escape the cold, depressing New England winter and maybe get some sun. As luck would have it, I am shacked up in Binghamton, N.Y., which as a handy reference is not really much further south than Hanover, but only further west. Binghamton's snow makes Hanover's look like flurries.
(01/28/94 11:00am)
Last week I made an attempt to call in my class selections for the coming Spring term, but to no avail. I remembered the College was closed for a holiday, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
(11/19/93 11:00am)
Arguably, Dartmouth has the best food available to undergraduates in the country. In fact, the College has won awards for its dining services. But despite these successes, I find myself lamenting certain aspects of the dining system once again.
(11/16/93 11:00am)
As I have a habit of bringing to light, the U.S. Army Reserve Officer Training Corps at Dartmouth is in imminent danger of dissolution because in some ways the U.S. Army's policies are not egalitarian, while Dartmouth has made a promise to its students to be an equal-opportunity institution in every respect.
(11/11/93 11:00am)
Regardless of how the referendum turns out, the debate over the Greek system will not end as long as there are drunken students vomiting up their guts in basements and on the street and stealing each other's furniture for fun.
(10/22/93 10:00am)
It was this time last year that I was on the ramparts of a hastily-constructed defensive position, flinging eggs at older guys who were running at me with bags of feces.
(10/15/93 10:00am)
The U.S. Army Reserve Officer Training Corps at Dartmouth, in conjunction with the Norwich Military Academy, comprises one of the oldest vestiges of the ROTC itself, being formed early in this century between the two schools.
(10/08/93 10:00am)
Well, the decision has been made: I am an official Frat Boy.
(09/23/93 9:00am)
I hoped it was too early in the term to have negative things to say about Dartmouth, but I was wrong.
(05/31/93 9:00am)
If you walk out of the Hop via the exit near the mailboxes, you will see a plaque embedded in the Hanover Inn on your left. On it are inscribed the names of Dartmouth graduates that were killed in the Second World War and in Korea. The list is long.
(05/24/93 9:00am)
Every weekend here at Dartmouth, students engage in multifarious extracurricular activities. With a little luck, such activities will have very little to do with abortion. However, such is not always the case. Hence, what better way to remove the specter of extracurricular activities gone awry than to finish up this three-part series on abortion by continuing to talk about it in a lofty philosophical and legal manner?
(05/17/93 9:00am)
In celebration of the end of this weekend's alcohol-consecrating festival, which I have personally found to be vastly superior to winter's pseudo-carnival, I will return to a suitably serious topic in order to get your brains moving past the hangovers from which you are undoubtedly suffering: abortion.
(05/10/93 2:00am)
For a man, the safest thing to do when a debate abortion comes up is to run in the opposite direction in fear. However, life is not always about safety, so with the beginning of the next sentence, you will have a discourse on abortion from what many will consider the least legitimate of all sources: a virile, (half)-white male.
(05/03/93 2:00am)
One of the more enjoyable facets of a Spring day at Dartmouth is spending time on the green playing the cello, solving mathematical riddles or perhaps watching people with not much clothing on doing suitably athletic things.