Dating at Dartmouth
I haven't been on a single date since I got to school," says '04 Leo Twiggs. "I always figured it was because girls find me difficult to approach." I know the feeling.
I haven't been on a single date since I got to school," says '04 Leo Twiggs. "I always figured it was because girls find me difficult to approach." I know the feeling.
Well. Here I am, last in the columnist rotation. For the first time in my Dartmouth career I've read all the Op-Eds of the past two weeks.
To the Editor: Sean Donahue '96, in his letter to the editor (Sept. 25), states, "we should be speaking out for sanity and compassion." Speak all you want, for it is your right.
To the Editor: Brigitta Wagner's editorial "Seeing Both Sides" (Oct. 2) was shocking, infuriating and way off the mark.
I am a little frightened by the rhetoric of certainty that has predominated the discussion of how to respond to the acts of extreme violence and destruction that occurred on Sept.
It seemed so easy in high school: the college lifestyle. I'm not even sure what I thought it would be like.
After a long and eventful summer, upperclassmen have once again returned to campus. Though the New York City skyline has been abruptly and brutally altered, the view on the Green remains unchanged.
To the Editor: As a Manhattan resident who has witnessed a broad range of reactions to the Sept.
An unfortunate trend is emerging in the United States. At a time when Americans are particularly prone to terrorist attacks at home and abroad, the majority of Americans seem to be possessed with ideas of gallant and fearless revenge rather than ideas of a safe and secure life.
To the Editor: The day after Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japanese, bringing the United States into an already raging World War, thousands of men enlisted in the armed services, prepared to go to war, to defend their nation.
To the Editor: I am writing to praise Randy Lynn '05 for the incisive analysis of Dartmouth's social life that he offered the community in a Letter to the Editor in Monday's issue of The Dartmouth. In his editorial he accomplishes the impressive feat of summing up the entire Student Life Initiative without being hampered by its complexity. He single-handedly uncovers the grand conspiracy of the evil college administration without having to confirm any of the evidence he has yet to gather.
To the Editor: I was terrified by Andrew Grossman's unnecessary glorification of cigarettes.
To the Editor: I must have been stodgy even in 1977 at age 21. At Winter Carnival that year, I happened into a frat house early in the evening, and upon being eyed as a hunk of meat, I left and went to visit friends at Tuck.
To be young is to rebel; this is a truth as powerful as any other. And thus I decided several months ago that instead of flying back to Dartmouth in the fall, I would drive.
To the Editor: When the current concern over Osama bin Laden's terrorist gangsters is satisfied by their destruction, will the Unionist mobs terrorizing Catholic school children merit the same concern of the present crusaders against terrorism in the U.S.
To the Editor: I say to good intentioned but mistaken anti-war protestors, best we protest this war by fighting for a better peace. The killing of 6,000 innocent people in New York City and Washington DC was not a one-time act of vandalism.
I was at home in New Jersey when the attacks occurred, and after 11 months in Germany, I encountered a United States so different from the one that I had imagined in occasional bouts of homesickness. The proximity of my parents' home to Manhattan and a year of exposure to New York's international symbolic value (for example, in advertisement slogans such as "Manhattan -- America's Dream of Ice Cream") allowed me to invest in that city whatever nationalistic impulses I possessed.
I rolled eight cigarettes in my 10 o'clock economics class. As my professor babbled on about bar graphs (and misused "facile" for which I sic'd her in my notes), my attention was lost in a swirl of rich smoke.
Like many people, I have only experienced the disaster of Sept. 11 vicariously, through the electronic and paper media.
I've listened to friends decide to go to medical school because they want to help humanity and make their lives worthwhile.