Distracted Insomnia
Going to bed these past few weeks has been a nightmare ... except of course, a true nightmare would involve actually sleeping.
Going to bed these past few weeks has been a nightmare ... except of course, a true nightmare would involve actually sleeping.
Avid readers of the Dartmouth may have noticed a pair of letters last week referring to an incident in which our own football team hired a stripper to entice a potential student.
I am writing in response to a letter by William Dowling '66 that appeared in the March 5 edition of The Dartmouth.
So you come to Dartmouth and what do you know about this place? Do you think of the beautiful mountains, the idyllic hamlet known as Hanover where the college exists or do you think of the movie Animal House or a pervasive drinking culture that has all of the students at the pong table every weekend?
To the Editor: Yesterday's guest column from Jean Hudson argues that Middlebury College is not an example of a successful transition to a coed social system.
To instigate discussion about the recent Trustee announcement is to invite the potential for a battle of views, beliefs and goals.
To the Editor: Having been at Dartmouth during the countercultural '60s, when fraternities were a negligible presence on campus, I've had no opinion about them one way or the other. In listening to the defenders of frats over the last few weeks, though, I've come to see that the controversy is masking a deeper issue. Dartmouth has always had -- we all know this is true: it's the wince in the night of every Dartmouth graduate -- a tradition of intellectual mediocrity.
The world as it ought to be. Which is to say, upside down. "God I love to turn my little blue world upside down" (Tori Amos, "Upside down"). I'd like to tell you about a recent conversation between me and a woman of extraordinary, indeed I said "singular," beauty.
Would that I were an anthropologist. Or a sociologist. Or even a psychologist. What better way to understand the place our beloved College on the Hill has become of late?
In 1990, I matriculated at Middlebury College. It was the year when Middlebury's fraternities (there were no sororities, due to a lack of interest) allegedly met their demise. So ... how come I was still going to Middlebury fraternity parties when I was a senior, in 1994? Fraternities at Middlebury did not die, as the college had intended.
To the Editor: On Monday, after I went to my Hinman Box and opened my letter from the Office of Residential Life, I realized one undeniable truth: I am screwed.
Picture this: Four or five guys are living on the same floor in a dorm their freshman year. Some play the same sports, some are interested in the same activities: pretty much, they all get along really well and become close friends.
It was an overcast day in the fall of 1996 when Ms. Christine Pina, an associate in the College admissions office, visited my high school in Detroit.
To the Editor: I would like to echo Dan Lukas' well-argued sentiments that appeared in The Dartmouth on Feb.
To the Editor: Dartmouth boasts the most loyal and collegial alumni in the country. Much of this loyalty, and in fact the very experiences that created it, are a function of students freely seeking social and extracurricular options while at Dartmouth.
Why did you want to come to Dartmouth? Was it the beautiful campus and sense of community? Was it the prestige associated with an Ivy League school?
When I graduated last June, I wondered which editorial in the Dartmouth would be the first to cause me grief and anger as an alum.
Last term, the Student Assembly asked that students be given the right to vote in elections for Trustees.
I used to cry to my boyfriend that I didn't know any girls on campus. The only females I knew were my roommates, and although they were great people, they were very different than me and went their own ways.
President of the Student Assembly Josh Green is completely right in today's column criticizing the administration for its lack of interest in student opinion.