Frat Welcome Mat
Lately, a slew of columns have questioned the decision to rush (Dmitriy Gutkovich '10's "The Unaffiliated Path," Sept.
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.
Money only has value because we as a society have agreed to give those pieces of paper meaning. What a beautiful human gift: to be able to give meaning.
This year's election cycle marks my first opportunity to delve into the world of American politics.
Good lord, I am just sick and tired of all of these articles and columns bemoaning the wastefulness of frat parties littered with the aluminum remnants of pong games.
When presidential candidates Barack Obama and John McCain met for their town-hall style second debate, they fielded a predictable lineup of questions on the economy, health care and foreign policy.
All of us, as adults or even as college students, articulate much more often by speaking than writing.
We all have needs. The very thought of Maslow's Hierarchy -- hierarchy of needs, that is -- brings me back to high school psychology class.