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The presidential election is over. Halloween, come and gone. Rush drama, a small spot in the rearview mirror.
The presidential election is over. Halloween, come and gone. Rush drama, a small spot in the rearview mirror.
In discussing politics, our professors are giving educated subjective opinions in a world otherwise dominated by uneducated subjective opinions.
This presidential election has transformed the apathetic teenager into an informed voter. We discussed the candidates' personas, basic policy proposals and, most importantly, the actual geographical proximity between Alaska and Russia.
There were thousands of us, celebrating the arrival of our salvation and Hope. The politically meek came to celebrate inheriting the Earth en masse.
A number of recent studies and an article in The New York Times ("Professors' Liberalism Contagious?
To the Editor: I was disappointed to read "Students spar over campaign tactics" (Nov. 5). While I am not surprised that the College Democrats' leadership chooses to accuse individuals by name, I am dismayed that The Dartmouth failed to let the accused respond.
There was a good deal of talk during the now-decided presidential contest about education, with the candidates often sparring over the best way to improve this country's education system.
Cole Ott 12 / The Dartmouth As I sit down to write this column, I'm halfway through my Chaucer reading, almost done catching up on Econ and doing my best to stave off the onslaught of Blitzes reminding me to vote.
It's time that the presidential search committee took a page out of Barack Obama's playbook and started looking for not just another College president who will continue the same policies of the last 10 years but one who embodies, quite simply, the "Change We Need." Thankfully, Dartmouth is not in nearly as bad shape as our federal government, and James Wright is certainly no George W.
Last month, a near epidemic spread across the Georgetown University campus. According to The Hoya, nearly 200 undergraduates fell victim to the norovirus.
The fate of our country rides on the decisions of the American people today. After eight years of misguided leadership and failed policies, our economy is falling into a deep recession at home and our reputation stands tainted abroad. Barack Obama has shown clear leadership to steer America out of these dangerous waters.
Today Americans go to the polls to cast their ballots for the next leaders of our country in the White House and in the U.S.
For the past four years, progressive activists at Dartmouth and beyond have spent countless hours organizing to elect Barack Obama as president.
In all my years of assessing and experiencing gender relations at Dartmouth, I'll admit I've definitely taken a beating or two.
A few weekends ago, I had one of my more memorable Dartmouth experiences -- I sat on a bench. When I left the warm fraternity basement and ventured out into the biting fall air, I'm sure the people I was with thought I was either lame or going to meet a girl.
Earlier this week, Quinnipiac University garnered national attention once again for yet another attack on student journalism on its campus.
Earlier this month, I wrote about how Dartmouth students were forced to do too much reading in certain courses ("Learning To Read," Oct.
I consider myself a fairly reasonable person. I love women and hate sexism. Blitz me. However, I have to admit that I roll my eyes when Dartmouth Dining Services renames "Gingerbread Man" cookies "Gingerbread People." I also think that campus dialogue on gender equality shouldn't be mired in pointless debates over whether some '12 is a "freshman" or a "first-year." But I'd like to leave the political correctness issue to another columnist.
I am glad that fellow Opinion columnist Tom Mandel '11 was able to "find a home" in a Dartmouth fraternity ("Frat Welcome Mat," Oct.
I touched the fire. Well, sort of. Consistent chants of "Touch the fire!" hurtled by thousands of upperclassmen slowly dulled my judgment until I quasi-intuitively gravitated toward the bonfire.