Pedde: Still Waiting for Choice
Last Friday, the Hop screened "Waiting for Superman,'" (2010) a provocative documentary about the American school system.
Last Friday, the Hop screened "Waiting for Superman,'" (2010) a provocative documentary about the American school system.
Recently, we have seen the Middle East erupt in turmoil. A popular movement has ousted the dictator of Tunisia and protests have now spread to Egypt.
Friday's Verbum Ultimum discussed a proposed bill that would make it illegal for college students from out of state to vote in New Hampshire.
This winter, the admissions committee will review approximately 21,000 applications applications from prize-winning researchers from California, track stars from New York and first-generation valedictorians from Massachusetts in search of the "best class ever." Every year it's the same, and 2011 offers no exception the stakes of admissions rise, the competition among applicants intensifies and the differences between those rejected and those accepted dissolves.
If certain New Hampshire Republicans have their way, Dartmouth students from out of state will soon find themselves unable to vote in New Hampshire ("Proposed Bill Bans Student Votes," Jan.
"Life is a bitchin' party ..." "Life sucks ..." These two contrasting messages are entwined in the new MTV series "Skins." The show adapted from a British program has recently caused something of a fervor because it depicts underage actors and actresses, ranging from ages 15 to 17, getting high and having sex in the super intense nightlife atmosphere for which high schools are universally renowned. Some have gone so far as to accuse the show of being child pornography which, having watched the first two episodes in growing disgust and cranky disapproval, I can say is basically true.
Nowadays, "the world's troubles are your troubles" is something like Dartmouth's unofficial motto.
Last week, Keshav Poddar '14 addressed race relations at Dartmouth ("The Ties That Bind," Jan. 19) and claimed that the Greek scene is inclusive of students of different backgrounds.
A few weeks ago, an excerpt from "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother," a novel by Yale Law professor Amy Chua, was published in The Wall Street Journal under the title "Why Chinese Mothers are Superior." The excerpt promotes a caricatured depiction of Asian mothers as relentlessly strict.
Students studying a language are often told that the best way to become fluent is not studying in a classroom, but rather immersing themselves in a country where that language is spoken.
While listening to a '62 reminisce over Christmas dinner about the spirited traditions and rustic lifestyle he had known at Dartmouth, I couldn't help but share in some of his nostalgia.
The United States has long claimed that it will stop at nothing to ensure the flourishing of democracy worldwide.
I am a complainer. In fact, most students here could accurately be called such, as we have all done our fair share of ranting about the various things that bother us at Dartmouth.
This past weekend, the National Football League's two top-seeded teams, the New England Patriots (14-2) and the Atlanta Falcons (13-3), were each stunned at home in their playoff openers by white hot bottom-seeded teams.
This week, the Dartmouth community witnessed a rare and exciting spark of student interest in the affairs of the College's administration.
After reading Lauren Rosenbaum's article, ("What's in a Name?," Jan. 13) I could relate to the author's frustration with Dartmouth's relative obscurity outside of the United States.
Few students look forward to the process of choosing courses. Sifting through major plans, distributive requirements, class hours and off terms is hard enough.
Last term, The Dartmouth ran a series of articles evaluating the state of race relations on campus.
Jared Loughner is alleged to have killed six people and wounded 13 others including Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, the target of the attack in a shooting rampage outside a Safeway in Tucson, Arizona on Jan.
I hate introductory courses. My hatred for them burns so strongly it would make Dante's "Inferno" read like the brochure for an amusement park.