'11 Guy: Whenever something bad happens, a forum happens.
This year has been chock full of controversial issues on campus, but anyone who has delved into Dartmouth's history would be struck with a serious case of deja vu.
This year has been chock full of controversial issues on campus, but anyone who has delved into Dartmouth's history would be struck with a serious case of deja vu.
We have too many forums at this school. Every time a big, sensitive or seemingly difficult-to-tackle problem arises, the preferred response, it would appear, is for Student Assembly (or maybe a random dean) to hold an open discussion in Collis Commonground to "start a campus dialogue" about the issue at hand.
Auriell Towner / The Dartmouth Staff Auriell Towner / The Dartmouth Staff Fall is arguably the most beautiful time in New England.
There are a few things that are consistent about every term at Dartmouth and campus controversy is one of them.
'11 Girl 1: ew. i just remembered someone spilled beer on my head last night and i haven't showered'11 Girl 2: i slept in pee and didn't shower.
Everyone who goes to Dartmouth went to high school. It's the most obvious common experience we've all had.
True or False: I go to Dartmouth. Therefore, I am entitled to a better job, faster car and hotter spouse than you. At Dartmouth, we work hard and we play even harder.
Here's some food for thought. When I asked my friends what they thought stereotypes of private and public schools were, they answered as follows:Private schools: "exclusive, sheltered, academically superior, rich." "Snobby, overly cocky, pretentious." "Preppy, anal, good at blowing things out of proportion, arrogant." "Snooty, they think they're better than everyone."Public schools: "middle-class, underfunded, poor academic performance, overcrowded." "Stupid, poor." "Laid-back, heavily reliant on parents, somewhat immature socially and lacking in fashion sense." Ouch. We all know the stereotypes.
At some point in my life I've been told that a grown man should never 1) enjoy the lyrical prose of female pop stars, 2) watch children's television (Jersey Shore?) and 3) cry.
Let me preface this article by saying that it is based on my experience at a public school, so this may not apply to everyone.
This issue began as a conversation with someone about our experiences in high school in relation to our life at Dartmouth.
So, this past Saturday, I was doing homework in the library. (Sorry for being awesome.) Now, sometimes I listen to music while I study.
The way I see it, most of us sort of knew what we were getting ourselves into when we applied to Dartmouth work, and lots of it.
I went to a prep school. Yeah, a prep school. As in living away from home, as in elitism, as in class on Saturdays.
Private school is a strange and esoteric world. Bizarre traditions abound. The terminology for the breakdown of grade levels is nonsensical (Intermediate School?
Doug Gonzalez / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Doug Gonzalez / The Dartmouth Senior Staff If there's one thing I will never pass up, it is a DREAM bake sale.
As I enter the dorm room of Sydney Thomashow '11 (Lord 104) she offers me my pick of the Hello Kitty tattoos and a wet washcloth, scattered around German Expressionism art history books and wine glasses on her table.
In Croo songs, it seems like there is always some lyric about forgetting your SAT scores, or your general high school awkwardness because zomg!
I'm not sure when my fascination with the Greeks began. Maybe it was the Windex-loving dad in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" who finds a way to trace the roots of the word "kimono" back to the Greek language or maybe the first time I heard the song "Zero to Hero" from the movie "Hercules" (I dare you to see that movie and not have that song stuck in your head for weeks) or maybe, just maybe, it was all those hours I spent (OK, spend) drooling in front of the TV over Uncle Jesse in "Full House." Either way, the strangest part of all of this is that for the longest time, among the many reasons for my infatuation with Greece, food wasn't one of them.
This week, I have some good news and some bad news for my loyal readers. The bad news is that I was unable to obtain a fancy new gadget to test out this week from my many (read: one) big tech company contacts.