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(04/26/00 9:00am)
I was sitting in my high school calculus class in Englewood, Colorado, a suburb of Denver, when, halfway through, one of my classmates shows up, declaring with a laugh that there was some sort of "hostage situation" at Columbine and all the classes were watching it. None of us took it as anything serious either when we first heard it, after all, what could possibly go wrong in Littleton? But our curiosity had been piqued, any desire of ours to learn was immediately abandoned, and we turned on the TV. From that moment until I went to bed that night, all I saw was the view of the familiar school from the news helicopter. I had been there just a couple weekends before for a debate tournament, and seeing Columbine, a run-of-the-mill suburban high school, suddenly thrust into the news in such a manner was, to say the least, mind-boggling. It became much more than mind-boggling as the magnitude of what had transpired became clear, and I remember the shock and disbelief I felt when Detective Stone of the Jefferson County police reported that as many as 25 students might be dead. At Columbine? It's still weird.
(04/11/00 9:00am)
Hey, did you hear about this? Apparently India and Pakistan have nuclear capabilities and are going to destroy the world. Weird, huh? And did you hear the one about Microsoft? Something happened, I'm not sure what. And don't even get me started on my favorite sports teams is the football season over yet? How are the Broncos doing?
(03/03/00 11:00am)
As the candidates begin to focus on pivotal states such as New York and California, lots of things have been made clear to me that weren't revealed during the embryonic stages of the primary we witnessed here in New Hampshire. We saw politics in a nearly uncorrupted condition, with the candidates attempting to establish a campaign platform that could carry them through to November. It was ideological, it was optimistic, and for a few brief shining moments we forgot that politics is a dirty sport.
(02/18/00 11:00am)
Our recent two-second sound bite of fame, courtesy of "The Simpsons," was the talk of the town, oh, until about 8:31 Sunday night. While it was nothing especially dramatic or overwhelming, it still means something when one of the most popular and one of the best TV shows around mentions our isolated little school.
(02/04/00 11:00am)
I was going to write my column regarding something that's been on my mind ever since the end of last term, but then all this crazy SLI stuff got in the way and I had no choice but to get sucked into the black hole of student opinion that it represented and add my voice to the chorus. However, you'll all be happy to know, that I am not, I repeat, not condemning yet another editorial page into the abyss of trustee recommendations.
(01/21/00 11:00am)
Let me start by acknowledging some very good points in the SLI report. The report successfully addressed the conspicuous need for a variety of new facilities and social spaces on campus. We need a dining hall and athletic facilities on the north side of campus (something of which I'm sure I'd be aware even if I didn't live in the Choates). We need more residential space on campus to augment the already extraordinary sense of community. And we most definitely need new social spaces on campus and maybe even in town, places where people could sit and hang out with friends or whatever else.
(11/19/99 11:00am)
As my first term in college draws to a rapidly approaching close, I'm compelled to look back at the past few months and try to piece together as best I can what the heck it was all about. (Oh yeah, this is also a convenient cop-out--who really wants to have to carry one coherent thought all the way through a column?) So, without further ado, some random thoughts from the mind of a first-term freshman. (Please remember that I am a freshman, and accordingly you can take most of this with a shaker full of salt.)
(11/05/99 11:00am)
Okay, so I'm sitting here in a Freshmen Council meeting, having a blast and an excuse to procrastinate. But then I think, "Wait a second, this is Freshmen Council. Isn't that a little discriminatory against the other classes?"
(10/26/99 9:00am)
Is it just me or does Centerbrook sound like the name of a mental hospital? I don't expect anyone to think my opinion has any merit whatsoever. Not only am I rarely taken seriously in general, but add the pretty significant fact that I've been taking classes at Dartmouth for only a month and it gives me a complete lack of any semblance of legitimacy. Any random upperclassman could ramble on and on about Dartmouth, how it operates, what makes it tick, and I'm sitting here, twiddling my thumbs. I can't claim to know everything about this school and as I start up on my own ramblings I don't really expect anyone to take them to heart. But, in case you do happen to care, this is how one '03 sees it.
(10/14/99 9:00am)
I'm not evil. Really, I'm not. Ask anyone who knows me. I look like I'm 14 (15 if you're generous), I'm 5'7" when I'm having an honest day, and God knows I couldn't hurt a fly. Yet, after only a few short weeks at the College on the Hill, I have become deathly afraid of revealing my political identity. Deathly may be overstating it a little bit -- I've also learned that people here are, for the most part, pretty friendly -- but, though I am not ashamed at all to believe what I believe, I have already figured out I need to keep my political orientation under raps if I want to avoid hostility.