About My Mother
Recently my mother groused about not being mentioned at all in the two and a half years I've been writing columns for The Dartmouth.
Recently my mother groused about not being mentioned at all in the two and a half years I've been writing columns for The Dartmouth.
The election is one week away. Pundits are talking about the "home stretch," or saying that the candidates are "rounding third," and using similar sports analogies.
Halloween is here, and presidential candidates are searching for the perfect costume to attract voters.
As oppressive readings and problem sets begin to absorb our focus, the academic pressures of Dartmouth become slightly like an enslaving yoke, which, if we are not watchful, can uproot us from the cosmos of an interrelated world into an intellectual vacuum.
That theft is a problem on our campus was made thoroughly clear to me when, the day before I discovered someone had stolen my pizza out of the dorm freezer, I discovered someone had stolen my bike out of the basement. True, it wasn't locked.
I just can't get the hang of this Homecoming thing. I understand that it's definitely the biggest Dartmouth weekend; the other two just don't measure up to the fall classic.
My Dear Masses of Adoring Readers -- greetings. Indubitably, you're ecstatic to be reading another article of mine just as I too am filled with an unbearable ecstasy, bordering on orgasmic, to be sitting at my computer this lovely afternoon, rolling the words across my tongue and pondering what wisdom I should drop into your ready ears. And as I ponder possible subjects, it strikes me to write about Our Blessed Homecoming.
As the administration's recent threat to eliminate the bonfire shows, there is a fundamental difference between the philosophies of the students and the administration at this school.
I've once heard of a corner on a road which there were continual fatalities. Drivers, despite warning signs, would speed around this corner and be killed.
Traditions were made to be broken. Wait a second, that's not right. What was it that's made to be broken again? Every time any Dartmouth event of consequence comes around, we're always faced with the same hysterics from the College; threats loom over everything.
To the Editor: We would like to correct the headline of your 24 October front page article which states "Jerusalem LSA not threatened." If this new LSA Plus program had been scheduled for our 2001 Winter term, those involved with our overseas programs in Wentworth Hall would be, right now, very seriously considering to cancel the offering.
It seems that the next two weeks are going to be a duel right up until the polls close. Though it may be the closest race in 40 years, it might also have the lowest turnout in 75 years.
Well, it is now less than two weeks until Election Day, and Al Gore and George W. Bush are making their last second pushes to mobilize their base to get out the vote and appeal to those few coveted independent voters who are still undecided.
The nights grow colder on the hilltop in Etna. The leaves departed from here many days ago. The nascent, tightly bound buds of spring emerged behind them, patiently waiting their departure, perhaps even hastening their fall to the forest floor. Frost stills the grass each morning now.
My days at Dartmouth have been colored by a pseudo-political activism, a desire to engender real change in the Dartmouth "community." (One of these days, I'm going to write an editorial on quotation marks.) Operating on the "Student Assembly Model" of effectuality in change, I've conceived throughout my student career a number of committees that have elicited great hope and excitement yet done nothing.
Do not go gentle into that good night," wrote Dylan Thomas. "... Rage, rage against the dying of the light." While the poem certainly has nothing whatsoever to do with the future of the Homecoming bonfire, I think it nicely frames the question I have been asking myself: why are students so quiet about the fate of what is arguably one of our oldest, most universally beloved traditions? After some 120 years, this year's bonfire, the College has announced, may well be the last.
To the Editor: I'd like to address the Point/Counterpoint feature in Wednesday's issue dealing with school vouchers.
The Dangerous Game of Regulation Dartmouth has now been bested for meaningless policies regulating student drinking.
I walk into a partially constructed pumpkin patch of green tissue paper and pipe cleaners. The pumpkins have yet to be made.
During day after day of freshman orientation events, not only was I physically exhausted, but believe it or not, left thinking about a few things.