Poor Planning
Nothing is the same anymore. When I was growing up, way back in the early 90s, we didn't listen to the music of a pallid, adrogenous "singer" named Marilyn Manson.
Nothing is the same anymore. When I was growing up, way back in the early 90s, we didn't listen to the music of a pallid, adrogenous "singer" named Marilyn Manson.
I told one of my friends recently that it's probably healthy to have a really good idea once a week or so.
Or so the administration says. Last Monday, the administration issued a moratorium on the Coed, Fraternity and Sorority Council, prohibiting the recognition of any new Greek social organizations on campus.
When it comes to Nintendo, I am a fan of your old school, Mario-esque adventure games; so last October when my roommate blessed our double with the original 8 bit NES, I quickly attached myself to Super Mario Bros.
I'm noticing a growing trend in American writing style that I find particularly disturbing, indeed almost as disturbing as the gospel singers in the Odor-Eaters commercial I just saw a minute ago.
To the Editor: At about 3 a.m. after AD's Nobacco party last Saturday night, all I could say to myself was, "Holy crap, my contacts are not cloudy and burning, and I don't smell like smoke.
College students throughout the country indicate increasing disaffection and separation from social concerns.
I think I finally figured it out. This Columbine massacre has really gotten me thinking lately. And for someone who is more conditioned to violence than a seven year-old watching the Ultimate Fighting Championship this is an odd thing.
To the Editor: In many industries, "give 'em what they want" is a rallying call towards quality and accountability to the customer.
To the Editor: Sunday, May 2, the Inter Fraternity Council's car wash in front of Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity to raise money for the Wishing Well marked the end of another Greek Week.
Last night four students were elected to the Membership and Internal Affairs Committee of the Student Assembly.
When Liam Kuhn first approached me about writing this column, I was delighted because I thought that the SA was really messed up and I wanted to rip on it.
Ten days ago, we were elected. Right away, we were confronted with the question of how to choose the two students for the newly-announced trustee steering committee.
When I look around Dartmouth College, I don't see the ivy-covered bastion of tradition for which we were once known and revered.
I hosted a prospective student last weekend, and as we sat in EBA's -- that pantheon of fine Italian cuisine -- it became increasingly apparent that he would attend Dartmouth.
The springtime is finally here! Which means that there is no better time than the present to go out and get a dog.
While I commend Josh Green's efforts to be honest with himself and the rest of the campus, I feel that he has fallen into the trap of only being able to read facts and see things from one side, but this time it is the side of the Trustees. When I applied to Dartmouth I was aware of the Greek social scene and I would guess many of my peers were as well.
This article appeared in The Dartmouth on April 28.