Fries With That?
Yes, I traveled to an Ivy-League school fifteen hundred and seventy-one point three miles away from home to ask that all-important question.
Yes, I traveled to an Ivy-League school fifteen hundred and seventy-one point three miles away from home to ask that all-important question.
With the Steering Committee actually making decisions, a lot of students are getting nervous again.
There has been little publicity about the Fatherhood Act of 1999, a bi-partisan bill that would allow local groups to help non-custodial fathers (and mothers) develop better relationships with their children.
The bare truth of the matter is that this problem we're having on campus is one of image. In the words of the immortal Andre Agassi, "Image is everything." Image has dictated to every single person involved with the Student Life Initiative their actions, reactions, thoughts, and ideals.
To The Editor: In response your Thursday, October 14 editorial, "Selling Our For Image": While the structure of social life at Dartmouth should not be formulated to appease national stereotypes, one would be foolish to ignore them.
George W. Bush missed his calling. Forget the oil business and owning a baseball team, Bush should have gotten involved with horseracing.
Perhaps the '03s are the last chance Dartmouth has. Perhaps with the burden of being the smartest and most diverse class ever, they'll also have to be the class who cared enough to make a difference. I look at my fellow upperclassmen and, almost across the board, I see people who have given up.
I'm not evil. Really, I'm not. Ask anyone who knows me. I look like I'm 14 (15 if you're generous), I'm 5'7" when I'm having an honest day, and God knows I couldn't hurt a fly.
I thought I'd take a moment to let my mind wander, while my printer refuses to print and my brain refuses to think. How, you may ask, (if you actually care, and that is always questionable), did I, Jeff Deck of considerable fame and status, get caught up in glaring at a printer at one in the morning?
To the Editor: Although unaffiliated, I'd like to take issue with Josh Green's comments at the recent meeting with student representatives of the trustee committee: "no matter how few or many houses stay on campus, 'pong in the basements' is going to be the most popular social option" (The Dartmouth, 10/13/99). This statement is clearly yet another example of using emotion and poor reasoning to advocate the elimination of the Greek system. Let's do the math: there are about 20 basements around campus eligible for 'pong.' Assuming one can cram two tables into a basement, and that there are four people playing at a table, and that every basement and pong table is chock full at a given moment, that means that there are 160 people, or five percent of students, able to play pong at one time.
There was a tragic aspect to the information session offered Tuesday night. When debating the presence of the Greek system on campus, two steering committee members spoke of the Social and Residential Life Initiative as a chance for Dartmouth to repair what they said was the College's negative media image. Last winter when the initiative was first announced, ABC news came to Hanover to report on the change.
I find it only my duty to inform the American General Public that I have not been feeling well lately.
Am I happy at Dartmouth? That's a question I found myself asking a lot last year as a freshman. I was a clueless, nave individual who hadn't really seen much of the world but was now committed to spending the next four years tucked away in some little, obscure, verdant corner of it.
Julia Louise-Dreyfus, the goddess of primetime television and creative essence behind the great Elaine Benes, never made it through college.
To the Editor: In yesterday's lead article about fraternity rush ("IFC to discuss new rush option") there were a few very important points missing that deserve attention. First, this is the first time that statistics concerning how many men rushed and how many men received bids have ever been gathered and evaluated. Second, when we began this process no one knew what sort of results to expect.
When considering topics for my column this week, I found myself wavering back-and-forth between a celebratory tribute to Bruce Springsteen on the one hand, and a discussion on the artistic merits of our new black-lit Green on the other.
Pushing through the back doors of Collis towards Robo and Thayer, a wispy gust greets me. As I descend the steps, my eyes adjust to the darkness of the cold winter evening and the orange glow from the flake filled night sky.
To the Editor: As a prospective student (a mere seven months ago), the aspects of Dartmouth that impressed me were that it was not trying to impress its students with new and modern materialistic allures.
The Dartmouth's October 5 article, "Students plan for 2000 New Year's," suggested that many Dartmouth students are opting out of a big gala affair for new year's eve, and instead are planning a celebration on a smaller scale.
There is a traitor among us, dear friends. Something watches passively from a shadow where the wall meets the ceiling and slithers its way into our bedrooms, our stomachs, our minds, and our Visa statements (I don't think it takes American Express). It buys property and forces us to eat DDS, all the while supplementing our meager (besides the Cordon Bleu) but costly (cranberry juice has gone up thirty cents since I was a freshman) Hop rations with intermittent Steak Bombs, Original Bricks, Egg and Cheese Subs, ramen noodles, Easy Cheese, and other less healthy dining experiments.