Shah: Food For Thought
Most of us sympathize with the cute baby animal photos that the Dartmouth Student app conveniently provides.
Most of us sympathize with the cute baby animal photos that the Dartmouth Student app conveniently provides.
Wherever you stand on the ideological spectrum, it is hard to deny the fact that things in the White House are not quite running like “a fine-tuned machine,” as President Trump recently tweeted they were.
Leadership and competence are the two qualities prestigious institutions prioritize in their selection of applicants – be it a premier university, an important organization or a major employer. While leadership is valuable and competence indispensable, so too is the often overlooked quality of conviviality.
As an incoming freshman, I do not know much about the campus, but I do know why I chose Dartmouth.
While studying abroad in Barcelona last term, I had a dinner conversation with my host mom, Lídia, about feminism.
Six months into the Trump administration and The Donald has little to show for himself. Signature campaign promises such as the Definitely-Not-Muslim Travel Ban and “The Wall” have been bogged down in courts or have yet to even begin materializing respectively.
Our country has begun to fall apart. I do not quite know what is happening, but it has something to do with Russia, with hacking and with “treason.” That is something I should know about, something a little more significant than Greek life, national sports or upcoming pong tournaments.
Our school slogan is “Vox clamantis in deserto,” or “a voice crying out in the wilderness.” It is at the essence of being alternative or “alt.” Alternative is the new hipster, an artistic and social aesthetic that runs parallel to and “against” the mainstream. In short, this aesthetic is defined by solitary, brute intellectualism.
Summer has been strange so far. It has been hard to reconcile the beautiful, sunny, languid days with the looming realization that real work needs to get done.
Bright rectangles reflecting in the summer sun are not what sophomore summer is, but that is often how it appears.
I walk into the meditation room in the basement of the Tucker Center. The monk in charge greets me and invites me to join his prayer circle.
As an incoming freshman, I don’t know a lot about Dartmouth. I’ve browsed Dartmouth’s official website, scoured admissions brochures and even went the extra mile to meet with some alumni in my area.
This spring saw significant discussion on the state of graduate and undergraduate education at Dartmouth.
As both an alum and the parent of an incoming ’21, I feel I have an informed perspective on the yield improvement.
Space and place, in geography, are not interchangeable terms.
This column is featured in the 2017 Commencement & Reunions Issue. I’ve only abused my press credentials once to get into an event.
This column is featured in the 2017 Commencement & Reunions Issue. On a grim morning at Starbucks, I became suddenly and profoundly conscious that I may never again be surrounded by as many talented people I am here at Dartmouth.
The first time I looked directly into my mom’s eyes, I was 20 years old.
We can do more to rid this campus of sexual assault.
N. Bruce Duthu '80 deserves to be dean of the faculty.