Four Walls and a Roof
Housing: that bizarre, wonderful, sublime need of human beings which demands that we spend our days and nights, especially during cold New Hampshire winters, under a motley collection of walls and a roof.
Housing: that bizarre, wonderful, sublime need of human beings which demands that we spend our days and nights, especially during cold New Hampshire winters, under a motley collection of walls and a roof.
As juniors we got to see the on-campus job recruiters this spring, about four months earlier than in previous years.
This weekend many of us will be sending cards and gifts as tokens of appreciation for our mothers, godmothers, step-mothers, foster mothers and countless "honorary" mothers.
To the Editor: I am writing to express my disappointment in The Dartmouth's failure to cover the Dance Marathon, which occurred over the weekend to benefit the Children's Hospital at Dartmouth.
Before coming to Dartmouth, I had, of course, read about MP3s and how they would revolutionize the music industry.
There is an evil, an ugly ferret-faced disease plaguing this campus. Most are frightfully unaware of it; only a few enlightened investigators have been able to uncover the rotten maw of this gaping decline of civilization.
Like many of my fellow 'shmen, I attended Room Draw on May 9th. We all knew that chances for housing were slim, with 389 beds left for our class.
On Saturday night, some of my fraternity brothers and I went to the dance marathon for a couple of hours.
Point/Counterpoint
Point/Counterpoint
Please let me move in with you. I'll push all my things into a corner. That'll be my little area.
To the Editor: The recent announcement by the Dartmouth Board of Trustees regarding the Student Life Initiative came as a terrible anticlimax.
I've been doing lots of apologizing lately -- as well as lots of re-evaluation of exactly where the blame lies.
A few years ago, the Earth was graced with the presence of a little TV show called Mystery Science Theater 3000 (MST 3K). For those of you who are too cool for television, I'll provide some background.
An elderly woman stands alone in a drab, yellowish room surrounded by voting booths. At a first glance, one would assume that the room is some type of storage room, perhaps where the voting booths are stored when they aren't being used.
Although I went to the Millennium March on Washington for Equality, I have never really considered equal rights a "cause" of mine.
In the past, I've written a few columns that might seem a little negative about one aspect of Dartmouth or another.
To the Editor: I want to reply to a letter printed Wednesday, May 3, from Professor Jindrich Zapletal.
Job search. What two words can strike fear into a senior's heart like "job search"? Unless of course, it's "unemployed forever" or "dirt poor." But you're not a senior, you point out, you're just a measly '03.
This past week I, the Aquinas House community past and present, and the whole Dartmouth community suffered a great loss.