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(03/05/09 4:23am)
Last week as I left the Alumni Gymnasium, muscles swollen and head buzzing from a post-workout endorphin high (ladies, feel free to blitz me), I threw on my jacket and sweats and headed out into the Hanover snow. When I got to my dorm, I turned around, stuck out my butt and began the "open-sesame" dance we all must perform whenever we want to get into a secured building. No beep. I felt in my back pocket for my wallet. Nothing. I checked my jacket pocket, side pockets and gym bag. No luck.
(02/18/09 8:07am)
Last Friday the Cornell social group Direct Action to Stop Heterosexism sponsored a unique pre-Valentine's Day protest: a homosexual kiss-in. Beneath a banner that read "Queer Kissin'" students of the same sex publicly kissed on Cornell's Ho Plaza. The protest was an attempt to increase the visibility of a phenomenon that I had never heard of before: heteronormativity.
(02/06/09 10:00am)
Remember those winter mornings when your mother would come wake you up to inform you that school had been cancelled? You'd run to the window and look out at the fresh layer of snow that had fallen as you slept. You wanted to go play in the snow, build a snowman or go sledding with friends. But first you had to shovel the driveway.
(01/08/09 6:39am)
When it comes to death, humans have a tendency to act irrationally. Egyptian kings erected extravagant pyramids to usher their dead into the afterlife. The 16th-century queen of Spain, Juana la Loca, bereaved by her husband's passing, refused to leave him for weeks after his death. As legend has it, Juana traveled everywhere with her deceased love's casket, opening it nightly to offer a kiss. In China today, grieving family members burn paper money to ward off evil spirits and provide their dead loved ones with a rich afterlife.
(11/19/08 9:53am)
The other day, while waiting in line for my ham, egg and cheese sandwich in Collis, I overheard some upperclassmen discussing an Opinion column in The Dartmouth. "This is why they shouldn't let freshmen write for The D," one concluded. I received a particularly scathing piece of hate mail earlier this term from an alumnus who explained the system to me: "The only reason freshmen write columns for The D is so that the whole campus can get a laugh." Others, I have heard, check the class of the writer before they even bother reading the article.
(11/05/08 9:21am)
Last month, a near epidemic spread across the Georgetown University campus. According to The Hoya, nearly 200 undergraduates fell victim to the norovirus. This food-borne pathogen plagued the campus with nausea, diarrhea, vomiting and severe headaches. The university fell into a state of panic, and many students fled campus to escape the outbreak. The college administration discussed shutting down, but finally decided to maintain normal operations.
(10/22/08 5:05am)
We live in a world that reveres the questioner. If we learned anything from that crusty old Socrates, it's that learning begins with questions. Even Chinese proverbs venerate inquiry: "One who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; one who does not ask a question remains a fool forever." Books have been written on how giving in to curiosity can lead to self-improvement -- Gerald Nadler's "How to Ask the Right Questions" (2004) and Michael Marquardt's "Leading with Questions" (2005) just to name the top two most popular on Amazon.com. The scientific method, and all science for that matter, begins with an interrogative pronoun. My philosophy professor warned our class that, although we might not reach many definitive answers this term, we'd leave knowing how to ask the right questions.
(10/01/08 8:05am)
Upon arriving on campus for their DOC Trips, freshmen and parents are greeted by an unfamiliar sight. Spread across Robinson Hall lawn is chaos incarnate: loud music, fiery-haired demons dancing and prancing together like embers shooting from a bonfire and wide-eyed fellow freshmen aghast at the scene before them.