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In keeping with what has become an increasingly alarming trend in this column, I will now proceed to pontificate.
In keeping with what has become an increasingly alarming trend in this column, I will now proceed to pontificate.
Last Saturday, I saw a certain special movie it was "Titanic meets Lord of the Flies meets Full Metal Jacket meets the Swiss Family Robinson." Also known as, "Hollywood's Homage to Leo: A Lesson in Prepubescent Lust and Big Ticket Sales." The movie formerly known as "The Beach" is a film of "stunning cinematic brilliance." Hum.
It's no secret that I've criticized Dartmouth College in the past. But it has always been under the guise of tough love; like a mother reproachfully scolding her child in public or a monkey chewing the gnats out of another monkey's fur -- it's not always pretty, but it's done for the sake of improvement.
Totally deaf and blind at age two, Helen Keller(1880-1968) led a life of determination and wonder.
Almost everyone reading this sentence can name at least one person who no longer rows for the Dartmouth crew team.
I twisted my own arm; I was to interview the world's "most interesting living philosopher." While I had no particularly pressing questions to ask him, nor had I any special experience or acumen in "talking shop" with a famous academic and political revolutionary, a transcribed tte--tte seemed apropos. In the course catalogue of one West Coast university, one particular class caught my eye.
If there were one thing I could say I've learned recently, it would be that one really has to watch what one says around fish.
To the Editor, I have followed the Trustee Initiative since its inception. As a member of the Greek community, and a former resident of Hanover, I feel the need to point out a few problems with the plan. First, this is the first attempt by the administration to "fix" the system.
If Jerry Seinfeld ever came to Dartmouth, probably the first thing he would say is, "So what's the deal with Collis?" Truly, it's a building with an identity crisis.
In April of 1996, I finally came to terms with my addiction. What is interesting about addictions, and mine in particular, is that they have the singular distinction among psychological ailments as something that both satiates and destroys its captive.
To the Editor: As I look at my calender, I am quite surprised to find that yesterday was President's day, a day honoring George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Abraham Lincoln.
There are only four days left before the deadline for submissions to the Student Response Task Force, about two months before the Board of Trustees will meet to discuss the future of Dartmouth.
At some point during this year's keg jump, probably soon after the severe trauma to my mouth and legs had rendered me delirious, it occurred to me that here was a piece of Dartmouth I truly loved.
This Monday, I woke up at six a.m. for the first time since arriving at Dartmouth. I did so because my friend, a certain '03 class president who will remain nameless, wanted front-row tickets to Tuesday's Sheryl Crow concert.
Recently, the faculty voted 81-0 in favor of complete derecognition of the Greek system at Dartmouth College.
Our recent two-second sound bite of fame, courtesy of "The Simpsons," was the talk of the town, oh, until about 8:31 Sunday night.
I am not sure how many of you regularly read the Valley News (motto: "Inexplicably the Same Price as USA Today but no 64-Color Full Page Weather Map!") but if not, you missed a real treat in the Sunday edition: an interview entitled "2 Million Mile Man Teaching Trucking Safety." I will admit, I am not a regular Valley News fan.
For months the press, the public and the candidates themselves have watched in amazement as George W.
Hello again. First a big apology for not writing in so long. It would be a massive understatement to say that things with me have been a little hectic.
With its majestic Corinthian columnar entrance, the Rauner Special Collections Library seems more like a temple than a repository for old books.