Hollisto's World
Hello Dartmouth, and welcome back to another frigid Winter term. As I sit here watching the snow cover our campus, I once again question my decision to leave Florida for college.
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Hello Dartmouth, and welcome back to another frigid Winter term. As I sit here watching the snow cover our campus, I once again question my decision to leave Florida for college.
In less than 24 hours, I will strap on my helmet and lace up my cleats for the last time as a Dartmouth football player. I hate to sound cliche, but it all went by too fast. I'm absolutely positive that the 33 other seniors on the team would agree with me.
This week, one of the nation's most revered college football programs became embroiled in arguably the largest sports scandal of the decade. In the course of a week, Pennsylvania State University went from a football powerhouse with a squeaky clean reputation to a shattered program that shielded a dangerous pedophile from legal ramifications.
Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "Every tradition grows ever more venerable the more remote its origin, the more confused that origin is. The reverence due to it increases from generation to generation. The tradition finally becomes holy and inspires awe."
Every so often, a certain NFL player rises above his peers. This athlete can singlehandedly control games and lead his team to victory despite incredible odds against him. You love if he's on your team and you're terrified if he's playing against you. You can't hate him he's too good a player. Even as he's crushing your hometown team, you can't help but respect his talent.
Hello Dartmouth and happy Homecoming. I first want to wish all of the alumni safe travels as they return to the greatest place on earth. I hope the older alums can relive their glory days while singing the Alma Mater around the bonfire. I hope the younger alums manage to avoid H-Po and S&S this weekend. Many young alums mistake immunity from Parkhurst as a free pass to do whatever their drunken brains tell them to do. But honestly, anyone who has graduated from college should never be involved in a keg stand.
It finally happened. NBA commissioner David Stern announced the cancellation of the first two weeks of the NBA 2011-2012 season on Monday. This confirmed all fears that there might not be any professional basketball for a long period of time.
Waking up in the morning is a task. I have three alarms located in different parts of my bedroom. Each one is louder and more annoying than drunken karaoke with Alvin and the Chipmunks. One even requires me to do a series of long division problems in order to turn off the buzzer. Despite this elaborate ordeal, it still takes me over 30 minutes to get out of bed in the morning.
This weekend constitutes a milestone for Dartmouth athletics. After 130 years and 1,132 games in daylight, the football team will play its first night game.
Hello, Dartmouth: welcome back to another excellent term at the College on the Hill. Now that I'm a senior, I feel that I am finally qualified to predict trends in campus behavior, in addition to trends in all things techy. I've been here long enough to know that the weather will still suck in the Fall, the lines at every dining hall will always be longer than they should be and every blitzed-out-about party will be way too crowded. I am also pretty sure about a few upcoming technology trends on campus and I'm happy to share my predictions.
Hello Dartmouth, welcome back to my world. I definitely didn't forget about sports while I was grinding away at a "real" job over the summer, and I hope you didn't forget about me during my summer hiatus.
Sometimes, the world benefits from a work stoppage. I'm sure that H-Po wouldn't receive any complaints if its Parking Division suddenly stopped reporting to work. I'm also positive that everyone over the age of 14 would be a little happier if Justin Bieber would stop singing and disappear into prepubescent obscurity.
The end of the NCAA's spring athletic season ushers in a dead period for Dartmouth sports. Although the D-Plan creates an incredible amount of opportunities for students here, it is awful for Big Green fans. Normal schools usually finish classes before the athletic season ends, but Dartmouth students are kept on campus for two to three weeks after our varsity athletes play their final games.
If I was forced to choose between being on the losing end of a humiliating defeat and being the recipient of a frontal lobe lobotomy, I would sign up for the surgery every time. I hate to lose, and I'm willing to sacrifice my body for a win.
Sports dictate my emotions. When my team is up, I'm riding the highest of highs. After my team loses a big game, I'm more depressed than Eeyore from "Winnie the Pooh."
This week I decided to throw a little spin on the traditional one-on-one formula. Dartmouth always brags about the strength of its community, so I wanted to portray some of the school's legendary camaraderie. Instead of interviewing only one of the Big Green's many talented athletes, I found a group of gifted individuals in a group study room in Woodward Hall.
For the first time this year, I can finally say that spring has arrived. Usually, people associate spring with bright sunshine and budding flowers, but those of us in Hanover know that April often only promises more snow. Conveniently, my spring starts regardless of weather, when the NBA and NHL playoffs ramp up into full gear.
Think back to every great football movie you've ever seen. Now think about the last scene. Think about the epic goal-line push in "Friday Night Lights," the inspiring halftime speech in "Any Given Sunday" and the amazing last-second touchdown in "Remember the Titans." Now ask yourself: What do these moments all have in common?
Sometimes the eternally hectic life that we Dartmouth students participate in scrambles the brain. Yesterday, for instance, I found myself trying to order EBAs with my roommate's electric razor instead of my cell phone.
I've witnessed many changes over my three well-spent years at Dartmouth. I've seen the end of a great college president's tenure and the beginning of another's equally promising career. I've seen the beloved Thayer Dining Hall gutted and morphed into the unfinished and overcrowded mess that it is now. I've observed the slow deterioration and decay of many frat basements into their current toxic states.