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(05/24/13 2:00am)
Part of the advice I received for this piece was to write the article you've always wanted to write, but a column in the senior issue has never been something I have looked forward to. Like most things happening to me as my college years wind to a close, this has a distinct air of surrealism. Final articles have always been something for the older, other kids at Dartmouth, the ones on the way out. I can't quite believe that now I am one of those older, other kids. I only hope that I seem as cool to the underclassmen as the 10s, 11s, and 12s did to me.
(01/11/13 4:00am)
The frenzy over the alleged Mayan apocalypse on Dec 21 highlighted an interesting trend in American pop culture: a focus on the end of civilization and what might lay beyond. Post-apocalyptic America is enjoying its 15 minutes of fame, with TV shows like "The Walking Dead" and "Doomsday Preppers" and Hollywood blockbusters including "The Hunger Games" capitalizing on the craze. As a big fan of all things post-apocalypse, I thought it would be interesting to consider the tips and tricks that could help Dartmouth students once civilization fell. With my own knowledge lacking, I sought advice from local experts about how Dartmouth students could prepare in case things went bad in a hurry.
(11/09/12 4:00am)
How is everything going? Wait, don't tell me let me guess. I have a feeling I may have some idea of what you've been going through. Freshman fall has been a great time so far, hasn't it? Between meeting so many interesting new people, playing pong, classes (just kidding), the parties, no parents and communal bathrooms?
(11/02/12 3:00am)
Notable among these is the old tradition of freshman beanies. Incoming Dartmouth students were required to buy green caps emblazoned with their class numbers in large white text to identify themselves as new members of the community. The custom began in 1911 and continued until 1969, when freshman from the Class of 1973 last wore the beanies. On our contemporary campus, the wearing of the caps would likely be seen as hazing, especially because there was undoubtedly an element of degradation and subservience associated with the tradition.
(09/21/12 2:00am)
Dartmouth's Greek tradition is a long and proud one, stretching all the way back to the 19th century. These venerable institutions have, by and large, weathered the tests of time and provided thousands of Dartmouth students with wonderful memories and lasting friendships. For some, however, the Greek system appears to be a hopeless anachronism more suited for its Victorian origins than the 21st century. This belief is rooted in the single-sex nature of Greek houses and their perpetuation of what some see as an unfair and unequal social system. These campaigners would seek to transform the system by mandating that organizations become fully coeducational, shifting from fraternities and sororities toward a new social model. But by becoming coed, the problems cited by critics of the Greek system chiefly binge drinking, hazing and sexual assault are unlikely to be greatly affected, while the positive aspects of single-sex organizations will be lost.
(05/11/12 2:00am)
The recent Rolling Stone article "Confessions of an Ivy League Frat Boy" profiles the now infamous Dartmouth student Andrew Lohse '12 and his allegations of hazing and its subsequent cover-up here in Hanover. But beyond the sensationalism inherent in the piece, an interesting tidbit about masculinity at Dartmouth lingers. At one point, Lohse elaborates on his vision of what it means to be a "Dartmouth man," referencing his late grandfather Austin Lohse '47. He "idolized" his grandfather, a lacrosse and football player who to him was "the embodiment of the high-achieving, hard-drinking, fraternal ethos of the Dartmouth Man," or as Lohse more succinctly puts it, a "true bro." He goes on to say that a Dartmouth man is a very "specific kind of creature," the paragon of "white-male privilege: good-looking, preppy, charismatic, excellent at cocktail parties, masculine, intelligent, wealthy (or soon to become so), a little bit rough around the edges.'"
(04/06/12 2:00am)
For many students here, the Dartmouth Coach is their primary mode of transportation to and from campus. But for me, the coach represents much more than that it signifies a beginning and an end to the term, an escape, a return, a homecoming, a hello and a goodbye.
(11/18/11 4:00am)
My name is Fayston R. A. Townsend. I went to Beerfield Academy, a boarding school in western Massachusetts. Maybe you've heard of it. I'm a fourth-generation Dartmouth man. My father, Class of '76, is the reason Phi Tau is no longer an all-male fraternity. As for me, I'm a brother at Alpha Delta Chi, the sickest frat on campus.
(11/11/11 4:00am)
We always think everything bad will happen to other people. We watch our teammates tear ACLs, our friends get Good Sammed and our peers flunk tests, but we swear it could never happen to us.
(10/28/11 2:00am)
A stately brick building with white shutters and a copper cupola perched on the roof, Cutter-Shabazz blends in with Dartmouth's typical Georgian architecture, save for the unusual script above the front door: "El Hajj Malik El Shabazz," the Muslim name adopted by Malcolm X.
(10/07/11 2:00am)
As the Republican primary debate and its attendant media frenzy descend on Dartmouth, we will be confronted by political issues whether we like it or not. In particular, politics plays an important, yet often undiscussed, role in the classroom. We've all taken a class in which the professor has injected his or her own political views into discussions or lectures, inevitably shaping classroom dynamics. In the spirit of the politically charged season, I interviewed a number of College faculty members to hear their personal pedagogies on politics in the classroom.
(09/30/11 2:00am)
For many Dartmouth sophomores, rush constitutes one of the most stressful social experiences of their young lives. Shake outs, dings and callbacks become part of our vocabulary. Guys frantically go out every night in the weeks leading up to that fateful weekend, trying to accrue as much social capital as possible, while ladies hone their girl-flirting skills.
(08/12/11 2:00am)
Facetime is like sex: everybody wants it, but nobody wants to talk about it at least in polite company. Who wants to be that poor kid on the outside looking in, face pressed to the glass, watching other people have all the fun and take those sweet pics that will quickly appear on Facebook the next day? (Or, with the advent of the mupload, pictures that will go straight to the lucky bastard's wall instant facetime!) But why is it that we have this intense need to be seen by others? At its core, our quest for facetime is rooted in a fear of missing out (aka "FOMO") on having a good time. Confusingly, much of what we consider a "good time" is also spent convincing people that we are having the most fun while we are out, whether it is by commanding as much facetime as possible through self-advertisement on Facebook or by acting obnoxiously in public.
(08/09/11 2:00am)
In a few short weeks you will have been initiated into our unique college culture where the church is the basement, the holy sacrament is Keystone Light and 2 a.m. EBAs is the manna of heaven. If you haven't already guessed, pong is our religion. You will probably spend more hours hitting a ping pong ball around a basement that reeks of boot and broken dreams than you can currently imagine. And while I am a firm believer in the need for people to learn through experience, I know that I would have appreciated a helpful how-to guide to this most integral of Dartmouth rituals when I was a wee first-year student. So freshmen, consider the following tutorial scripture.
(08/09/11 2:00am)
Today I sat down with Garrett Wymore '13, the inspirational middle linebacker for the Big Green football team, recipient of the Earl P. Hamilton Award for freshman MVP and one-time preseason All-Ivy. Wymore, who has started at middle linebacker since walking onto the team as a freshman, provides a powerful inside presence. The 6' 2", 215 lbs. product of the Chadwick School in Palos Verdes, Calif., has racked up 90 tackles so far in his career and looks forward to delivering more bone-crunching hits this fall. In addition to being a potent athlete, Wymore packs a punch in the classroom, pursuing dual degrees in neuroscience and economics and earning a place in the Second Honors Group.
(07/15/11 2:00am)
When I was in elementary and middle school, fun was organized play dates with friends, either at their house or mine. After school or on the weekends, we would pile into Mom's minivan and brave the torturous Atlanta traffic before arriving at our destination and dashing into the house. These outings, though often spontaneously schemed up after a soccer or lacrosse game, were usually planned out in advance.
(07/05/11 2:00am)
In March, Reptar played at South By Southwest in Austin, Texas, and in June, the band appeared at Governor's Ball, a music festival in New York City where the band got its "first taste of people treating artists like they're something more than just people playing music," Engelberger said.
(05/06/11 2:00am)
Late one night in the bowels of the Sherman stacks, an idea slithered into my brain like a Yeerk. Wait we're not doing an Animorphs issue? WTF?! Fine, I'll try again.
(04/08/11 2:00am)
When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a sniper. Not just any sniper I aspired to be the next Simo Hayha. (For all you newbies out there, Simo Hayha, aka "the White Death," was a Finnish soldier who racked up 505 confirmed kills in the 1939-1940 Winter War against the USSR. Not bad for a guy from a place best known for its reindeer population.) But after a few years spent fantasizing about ghillie suits and field craft, I moved on from my slightly disturbing dream of being an assassin to dreaming of becoming a pilot. I maintained that career aspiration until a turbulent puddle jumper flight from Boston to Burlington in eighth grade made me reconsider the whole working-at-30,000-feet thing. That near-death experience steered me towards less adventurous career goals. By the time high school rolled around, I aspired to become a lawyer or a writer.
(11/19/10 4:00am)
On a recent Friday afternoon made precociously dark by daylight savings time, I spoke with English professor Peter Travis, who occasionally teaches a women and gender studies course called "The Masculine Mystique."