The Death of Laughter
Some things simply aren't funny. At least they're not funny to me. That's what I heard myself saying the other day.
Some things simply aren't funny. At least they're not funny to me. That's what I heard myself saying the other day.
Animal phobias are strange. I don't have any. Except with regards to rats, but that only makes sense.
Here are some media-sponsored tidbits to ponder: The 19 al-Qaida hijackers who killed 3,000 people at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and aboard United Flight 93 were evil, despicable people as well.
No less than a year ago, if a shoe had come onto the market and been referred to as "the bomb," Nike executives would have claimed to have found the second coming of Air Jordans.
When you trip on the stairs after meeting with a professor, when you realize too late that something huge is caught in your mass of hair, and when your stomach accidentally makes a weird noise during something important, you start to pay attention to the small things. When you're stuck with three hours between classes and nothing scheduled but daydreams, when you're convinced that you're crappy at whatever it is you love to do and when you're sure that true love is meant for everyone but you, you have no other option but to think about the small things. Sometimes, it seems, everything big has gone wrong, and the future -- perhaps the biggest thing of all -- is sure to follow in that routine of mistakes.
The disease of unrealistic chatter that plagues this college must be replaced by a call to actual action.
To the Editor: On Jan. 13, a swastika was drawn on the dry erase board of a Jewish student in Smith Hall.
Yale University President Richard Levin set off a swirl of controversy last month when he advocated the abolition of the early admissions process.
To the Editor: I read with more than mild amusement your article of Jan. 11 (The Dartmouth, "Gay comm.
To the Editor: Ours is a community where individual freedoms and diverse expression are respected and celebrated.
Taking an English Department course here at Dartmouth is always a source of joy and scholastic wonder for me.
To the Editor: I disagree with the assumption that sparse attendance at a panel discussion in Hanover indicates "fading interest" and "apathy" toward the war in Afghanistan (The Dartmouth, Jan.
Pursuing a Greater Mission: Three years after its announcement, the Student Life Initiative has fizzled into a series of minor policy shifts.
Hemant Joshi's Jan. 15 column in The Dartmouth, "India-Pakistan: At a Standstill," is an exercise in simplistic and uninformed commentary.
And just think, all it may have taken was a pretzel. This normally innocuous baked good became the primary topic of American newscasts Monday, as it almost brought about the untimely demise of President George W.
By now, we have all heard about the swastika incident. We have all received the usual email from Dean of the College James Larimore, we have all read the typical article in The Dartmouth and, now, Student Assembly has passed the standard resolution condemning the incident.
To the Editor: As a vice president of the Dartmouth Hillel, the center for Jewish life on campus, I was particularly disturbed by the vile act of anti-Semitism committed this weekend.
Oh, to live the life of a college administrator. There seems to be something so simplistic about your job that makes everyone believe that they're qualified to replace you.
So have you heard? N'Sync will be appearing in "Star Wars Episode II: The Attack of the Clones." I know what you're thinking.
Come on everyone! Join me in the singing of our beloved alma mater: "oooohhhh, Dartmouth give arawl (?)For-the-college-on-the-green, and the lone pine above her, and theloyalnymphs whoscrub her (?) give a rawl, give a rawlhave no fearfor the la, la-la la la-laaa, la la-la la la-laaa" Well, anyway, I'm sure you all know the rest of the words.