Teach Values, Not God
There is a famous story about a scientist who removes all of the legs from a frog and asks it to jump.
There is a famous story about a scientist who removes all of the legs from a frog and asks it to jump.
I am a victim of hate. Returning to my dorm on what was supposed to be a festive Green Key Saturday (I was admittedly inebriated after several rounds of herbal tea at the Green Bean Cafe) I stumbled onto a cesspool of hatred.
To the Editor: We write to you in response to a poster used by Panarchy to advertise their 'Spring Fresh' Party on Friday, May 14.
A friend recently told me that 75 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot. I, in response, employing many valuable statistics of my own, called her a big stupid liar.
Fearing that this past weekend might be my last "big" weekend at Dartmouth due to the Social and Residential Initiative, I wanted to write a scathing column that mocked the Trustees and their illogical decisions while defending the Greek system that I wholeheartedly support.
I'm sure that I wasn't the only one who smelled the desperation in the air last week when an avalanche of Student Assembly blitzes filled my in-box pleading with me to vote.
To the Editor: The student body would be inexcusably ungrateful if we failed in some way to recognize the efforts of the Student Assembly's Selection Committee for the Trustee Steering Committee.
We are in the middle of what might come to be remembered as one of the most turbulent times in Dartmouth history, one of diverging student interests, and a widening gap between those associated with one group or another.
After the events of this weekend, I believeI have found a way to combine the forces of good and evil into one amazingly beautiful, awesome event.
To the Editor: Regarding, "SA: Campus must wait for Coke-Pepsi results" (May 11). I find the inference that the campus was misled by the Assembly when they referred to the vote as a referendum puzzling.
Sure, the money caught my eye. The ad in the classifieds under "Miscellaneous" shouts in bold letters, "$35,000 for your eggs." Flip the page and look - it's still there.
From the perspective of professional ethics, the reporter's conduct, as described by Jen Whitcomb, is doubly unfortunate.
Hello, my name is Robert and I am a drug addict. Actually, just kidding. But now that I finished my bio exam in one more or less intact piece, I must say that that Vivarin stuff is bad news.
This past weekend I got to re-view Dartmouth through 'shmen eyes. Last Wednesday, my sister, who is a member of the incoming class of 2003, came up to visit me.
Sweat, diesel fuel and tedious repetitious work. Those were the major components of my summer after freshman year.
There is a very important vote on campus today:Coke or Pepsi. Oh wait, there's another vote that will decide the future of social life at the College, but no one knows what's going on with that because the electoral process for it is a disaster. Few people besides the candidates themselves know who is running for the position of Trustee Steering Committee representative, and even those who have seen the names likely don't know the candidates or for what they stand. There was a single, sparsely-attended, hour-long information session held last night, and there were no statements or platforms publicized to the student body until last night when the campus was blitzed a 15-page Word document they were expected to download and read to find out about the candidates.
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.