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Recently, a friend from Cornell emailed me out of the blue to ask, "Were two professors really murdered at Dartmouth?"
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Recently, a friend from Cornell emailed me out of the blue to ask, "Were two professors really murdered at Dartmouth?"
By now, I'm sure all of you are aware of the large numbers of prospective students and their parents touring our humble campus. My bicycle was in hibernation during the winter and for some reason it refuses to work properly -- thus I find myself walking down to the Hopkins Center to check my Hinman Box instead of just hopping on my bicycle and, well, cycling down there. And, thus, I've been traversing down Mass Row and running into numerous motley and disorganized groups, often commandeered by an enthusiastic Dartmouth student tour guide who is forced to constantly walk backwards and simultaneously spew out 101 interesting facts about Dartmouth. Even when eating lunch at the Hop, one can't escape these ubiquitous mobs. (I heard one group snicker in response to a tour guide's comment that "This is the Hop, the only place on campus where one can get half a grapefruit" -- but I digress.)
It's three in the afternoon, and I'm "liming" away. There's a midterm tomorrow? No worries, the night is young, and besides I'm tired -- I should go take a nap instead. Seven o' clock comes and goes. Shrugging my shoulders, I conclude it's just a midterm; I'll open another bottle of sparkling pineapple-flavored water and live to fight another day. That same person who always has some comment or other to make in class just emailed out to convene a late-night review session at Novack? Turn up the Caribbean music and drown him out.
It must be all those spring break advertisements. You know, the ones that proclaim that you can go to the Caribbean for less than $300 -- better yet, rope in six or more friends and get to go for free yourself! Damn travel agents, there's always some catch involved.
The term "creation-science" was first conceived in 1972, when Henry Morris established the Creation-Science Research Center in San Diego, Calif. Since then, debate has raged on between the scientific establishment and prominent biblical literalists about the teaching of evolution in the classroom. The latter group believes that evolution should be struck off the high school curriculum, whilst the former proposes that creation-science is mere hogwash. "Does it have any scientific basis?" they ask, and most controversial is the question of whether it should be included in our children's educational syllabi.
The disease of unrealistic chatter that plagues this college must be replaced by a call to actual action. I attended the Student Assembly-sponsored "Visions" dinner last week, and while it generated an immense amount of constructive discussion, it was disappointing in its ambiguity and its overly unrealistic idealism.
Welcome to Dartmouth in the winter. It's 10 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and the new North Face fleece you bought over the Christmas break doesn't quite seem to do the trick. Having just arrived here tired and jet-lagged, classes are already scheduled to start at the crack of dawn the next day. Your room smells queer from the lack of ventilation over the break, and already it's been one of those weeks that just grind slowly past, forcing you to chafe your teeth and just go through the motions. So, what makes people feel excited about coming back?
Steaming chicken rice, fresh from the rice