Big Green Mentality
I'm in the uncomfortable position of giving you advice. I'm trying to find vague certainties that can connect with a large amount of people.
I'm in the uncomfortable position of giving you advice. I'm trying to find vague certainties that can connect with a large amount of people.
I've never been on the rope swing. I hate fraternity basements. I think I played part of a game of pong one time sophomore year.
At this time of the year, people tend to think of huge blockbuster movies when they think of entertainment.
"You say you want a revolution? Well, you know, we all want to change the world." These words blared out of my Walkman at me while I was in the gym the other day.
A long time ago, a very wise person told me that I would soon find a way to turn something I do every day, into an occupation. Actually, it wasn't that long ago; it was last Thursday.
Sometimes a news item (ok, in this case, a cheesy forward) will come along that will make us D newshound columnists sit bolt upright and say, "Damn, I haven't written a column in a long time, and I have absolutely nothing to write about!
By the very nature of its existence, the Dartmouth community is one that is rooted in a belief in the inherent value of education.
As soon as my roommate and I get out of the car and walk towards McDonald's, she begins the inevitable debate about the virtues of Number 1 versus Number 3.
Once upon a time, for a long time, a tree stood on the corner of College and Wentworth streets, just beside Webster Hall.
Last Friday, I found myself sitting on a Vermont Transit bus headed home to Massachusetts and talking to one of Hanover's summer conference visitors about a lecture given the previous day by a sociologist and economist on the topic of dependency.
I used to walk around this campus and think to myself, "I love this place and there's nothing I want to change..." I reveled in everything here, from the grass on the Green to the comfy chairs in the Tower Room.
To the Editor: Craig Colfelt '95 asks the following in a July 12 opinion piece: "To reform the social habits of Dartmouth College, why look to the ideas of career academic administrators who, more likely than not, attended lesser schools than the one they are charged with reinventing?" How does Mr. Colfelt determine which schools are "lesser" or "greater" than Dartmouth?
As most of us already know, a few members of the beloved Board of Trustees graced us with their presence this past weekend.
I read with interest Sarah Rubenstein's article of July 8, 1999, "Controversial Social Space Ideas Fill Report." Her last paragraph lists the names of those people who submitted Proposal 26 of the Task Force Report, the part discussing single-sex housing.
Sophomore summer has brought to my life a beautiful new pastime - bug bite counting. I'm from Los Angeles and although as a camp counselor I spent most of my past summers outdoors, I've never come close to accumulating the number of bite marks that I have at present count.
The release of the Social and Residential Life Task Force Report revealed serious problems in the implementation process of the Trustees' initiatives.
I must say I liked summer term a lot more for the first couple days. It was so nice and quiet here, and there was no one in Food Court ever.
I must admit, I first agreed to write this column with a very specific motive in mind. Finally, I had found a forum to complain about the serious lack of air conditioning here at Dear Old Dartmouth.
So Dartmouth's administrators probably think they're creating the next generation of intellectual leaders.
In the well-known cartoon, "The Family Circus," when the children are asked who is to blame for mishaps, they immediately point to "Not Me," an invisible creature who is responsible for every mess, every broken window, and every stray roller skate.