An End to Misery
For those of you to whom I haven't said hello yet: yes, I had a fun break. I trust yours was fun as well.
For those of you to whom I haven't said hello yet: yes, I had a fun break. I trust yours was fun as well.
The keg jump is a Dartmouth tradition. The College knows what has been transpiring on the lawn of Psi Upsilon Fraternity for the past 19 years.
A rapidly diminishing selection of classes have appealed to me. I must filter through pages of course offerings and schedules before I can find one that excites my interest.
Last Spring my roommate and I traveled down to Lexington, Virginia, to spend the weekend at Washington and Lee University with some friends from home.
Why do they call it the "morning after pill"? I realize that the obvious implication is that the event which necessitates such a drug usually occurs in the evening, but don't you think that a so-very-politically-incorrect phrase as "morning after pill" is an insult not only to sperm worldwide but also offensive to those who expel said sperm?
I would like to add to Rob Valet's provocative article, "By the Gallon," that appeared in Wednesday's edition of The Dartmouth.
Thesis Statement. I hope not to offend any technophiles in my readership, if such things exist, by which I mean my readership.
To the Editor: What took place in Taiwan on March 18th is a historic breakthrough. For only the second time in history, the Taiwanese people went to the polls to elect their own president.
As a prospective student, I was initially completely drawn by Dartmouth's D-Plan. It seemed to be a unique, hassle-free plan that frees us to space out our college years in any manner we wish.
You'd think that I'd have figured out the general orientation of the campus by now. Ah, well, that's where I have you deceived.
When I returned home for spring break and began driving again I finally noticed those vaunted high gas prices--and to be honest they didn't bother or surprise me in the least. I mean, think about the immense amounts of work that have to be performed so we can keep our Ford Expeditions humming along at 15 miles a gallon.
To the Editor: The videotape record of the March 7 orientation for participants in the Committee on Standards hearings for CS 4 will presumably include Dean James Larimore's rather bizarre injunction to all participants "to be as truthful as you are willing". More bizarre is that the committee's members apparently were less willing to acknowledge the truth than some of the accused, who, according to Marcia Kelly's statement to me in a March 2 meeting with Dean Larimore, had already confessed to their misdeeds. While two tutors apparently did offer so-called "help" to students far beyond what I could have imagined at the time I submitted my allegations, the evidence I presented focussed on obvious electronic exchange of written work, in clear violation of a clear policy included in the course syllabus.
The other night I was sitting at home, two in the morning, watching cable TV, because I have no friends and/or life.
The Committee on Standards and computer science department behaved in the most appropriate manner considering the circumstances surrounding the recent cheating accusations in dismissing all charges against CS4 students.
To the Editor: As a student at a school with a very large computer science program, I find it appalling that a professor would send so many students in front of the honor code committee.
Last Tuesday, Connor Dugan wrote an article concerning Vice President Al Gore that, though entertaining, was unencumbered by facts.
I made a few comments a couple of weeks ago about how I hate Collis, how it scares me to death, how its strange combination of identities fascinates me.
To the Editor: Regarding Joe LaBracio's editorial, ("When Will It End?, March 2), I find it troubling that the editorial failed to mention several key pieces of information which may well change the conclusion a reader comes to with regard to guns and school violence. Consider this: In the Pearl, Mississippi incident to which you refer, teacher Joel Myric heard the shots being fired, ran a quarter-mile from the school to his car, retrieved his legally owned handgun and ran back to the school.
"On New-Years eve, the year was [seven-teen] eighty-nine, All clad in black, a Dartmouth college crew with crow-bar, sledge, and pick ax did combine to level with the dust their antique hall, In hopes the president would build a new..." In 1789, all was new.
As the candidates begin to focus on pivotal states such as New York and California, lots of things have been made clear to me that weren't revealed during the embryonic stages of the primary we witnessed here in New Hampshire.