Kim: A Call for Engagement
Students must actively recognize the violence that many of their peers face.
Students must actively recognize the violence that many of their peers face.
The desire to honor a culture does not excuse a disrespectful depiction.
Both demonstrators and law enforcement officials deserve understanding.
Our generation has become harmful in its political correctness.
False premises that reject allies and cooperation hurt social justice causes.
Anonymity is a scourge to the health of online dialogue.
The College should institute a first-year core curriculum.
Sophomore summer should be redesigned or made voluntary.
Lower medians and earlier class times are not proxies for intellectual stimulation.
First-year women should not be afraid to discuss sorority affiliation.
The College must fix deficiencies in mental health services and their delivery.
We asked The Dartmouth opinion staff for their thoughts on the role of Student Assembly.
The College should encourage Greek houses to throw safe tailgate parties.
David Brooks' selection as our commencement speaker does not mean much.
Fund requests for student activity fee money need more oversight.
Students outside the mainstream can transform peers’ perceptions.
As Ben Parker once said in “Spider-Man” (2002), “with great power comes great responsibility.” The stark reality is that with the “Moving Dartmouth Forward” plan and its implications ever-present in the minds of students, the newly-elected class representatives must deal with myriad issues, including student mental health and growing scrutiny around inclusivity in the Greek system. \n To clarify, there are two bodies that represent the goals of the student body — Class Councils and Student Assembly.
It is imperative for everyone to speak out on climate change.
This past Saturday night, like so many other students, I hopped around fraternities, danced with my friends, ridiculed the hard alcohol ban, fretted over girls, swiped my ID and ate free barbecue — and when I went to sleep, I went with G-d in my heart and G-d’s praises still fresh on my lips. \n Saturday night, a boy just like me lay in the suffocating dark, crushed under the rubble and debris of an earthquake a few thousand miles away in Nepal, with his ears begging for his mother’s voice or his sister’s laugh, with his throat choked with dust, with his body broken — and he went in terror to his eternal sleep with G-d in his heart and G-d’s praises still fresh on his lips and fresh in his tears. \n It is easy to forget our blessings here and to allow trifles and temptations to define our daily existence.
We have doubts about the necessity of the new vice provost position.