Blitz Goggles
Have you ever checked your "Sent Msgs" folder after waking up on a Saturday just to make sure you didn't embarrass yourself when you came home and logged in at 3 a.m.? Me too.
Have you ever checked your "Sent Msgs" folder after waking up on a Saturday just to make sure you didn't embarrass yourself when you came home and logged in at 3 a.m.? Me too.
There are plenty of frightening things in the news these days -- from the economic crisis to Iran's nuclear ambitions to gang violence that catches innocent children in its crossfire.
A recent Verbum Ultimum ("She's Nice, But...," Oct. 17) decried the cumbersone sororirty rush processes of thePanhellenic Council, which apparently don't work well in our community as they end up denying bids to 24 percent of the rushees.
On Tuesday, the College unveiled a draft of its new Alcohol Management Program, intended to replace the current out-of-touch and convoluted Social Event Management policy.
Last Friday the student who sold me my grilled cheese sandwich on the lawn outside of Sig Ep had the courage to ask me how it tasted.
In "Informed Enthusiasm," (Oct. 20), Peter Blair '12 picks up a gun intended for Dogmatism and aims it at Hope. Maybe I'm just a foolish and overly idealistic young'un, but to me the idea that it's somehow juvenile or ignorant to be markedly "enthused, energized, inspired" by a presidential candidate seems a bit ridiculous. I agree with Blair that it's dangerous to view "political figures as secular messiahs," even if he takes Obama's Superman reference completely out of context ("Context, Please," Oct.
Lately, a slew of columns have questioned the decision to rush (Dmitriy Gutkovich '10's "The Unaffiliated Path," Sept.
Classes are fantastic -- they offer us just over an hour to observe our fellow undergraduates. During my observations, I have recently discovered that a bilious subculture exists within our own intellectual community.
We live in a world that reveres the questioner. If we learned anything from that crusty old Socrates, it's that learning begins with questions.
To the Editor: While I have a lot to criticize in the recent coverage of Panhellenic recruitment, I will try to focus solely on a rumor that has been cited by this publication as well as many women participating in rush. The computer system we use does not make matching potential new members to sororities "arbitrary" or "iffy" or "random." The results would be no different if I locked myself in a room and compared the preferences of PNMs and those of the Panhellenic organizations.
In his article "'A' For Apathy," (Oct. 15) Jacob Batchelor '12 discusses the importance of political involvement and voter participation.
Earlier this week, I had the distinct pleasure of having dinner with General John Abizaid and a few other students.
As I ran around the bonfire this past weekend, basking in the glorious glow of upperclassman taunts, insults and heckles, I couldn't help but reflect on the youthful enthusiasm I experience from others everyday at Dartmouth.
As we roll out of one of the busiest weeks on campus -- starting with fraternity and sorority rush and capped off by an exciting Homecoming weekend -- the dangerous issue of hazing looms ever larger on Dartmouth's social scene and yet consistently remains an open secret, festering right in front of the College's inattentive eye. An outsider may scoff at the mention of widespread hazing, but anyone with even a remote connection to the Greek system, athletic teams or dozens of other organizations knows the truth.
Homecoming. Ah, yes, the swarming Hajj of school spirit, culminating in a fiery inferno that orbits around a flaming Kaabaa of hexagonal wooden palettes.
On the night of my freshman Homecoming, decked out in my Dartmouth '09 shirt and matching green face-paint, I waited anxiously outside as the massive crowd of other '09s approached my dorm.
What's the first verb you learn in any language? To be. That's because it is used in statements of fact -- the simplest and most obvious assertions you could possibly construct.
The inadequacy of the current sorority rush process once again became evident at the end of this term's rush cycle, to the discontent of both current members and rushees.
I began laughing the moment I opened the thin, innocent-looking envelope. Someone, or perhaps more than one person, had anonymously mailed me a photo of an inside joke from my DOC Trip, scrawling various one-liners on the outside of the envelope.
My little sister recently sent me an angry Facebook message with a link to a Wall Street Journal opinion column.