Thankful for Yahtzee
With Thanksgiving just a couple of days away, I've been trying to decide what to give thanks for this year.
With Thanksgiving just a couple of days away, I've been trying to decide what to give thanks for this year.
My grandfather was worked to death in a road gang for the crime of resisting the Chinese communists who invaded his country, Tibet.
Maybe some of you, in your TV-watching days before this term began, also saw my favorite commercial of the summer.
I love my FSP. I've been in Scotland for more than six weeks, so when I add the two weeks I spent travelling before I got here, I get a total of eight weeks in Europe.
People here are angry. But that's nothing new. People everywhere are angry, and it's usually for more or less the same reason.
There's a photo from my fourth birthday party taped to my bedroom wall here at Dartmouth. In it are 14 little black children and one little blond girl, all giggling and wearing party hats, one older white woman and a number of older black women. I'm the little blond girl. The photo is a symbol of the perspective I hold towards the issue of inter-racial interactions.
Doing an all-nighter is like running a marathon. Up until midnight, you hardly feel the drowsiness and can shrug off that annoying urge to sleep.
To the Editor: One of the foremost reasons I came to Dartmouth was the cornucopia of journalistic opportunities which it offered.
To the Editor: It seems that every time a certain publication, namely the Dartmouth Review, is delivered to students' rooms, many students who apparently don't like the paper simply leave it in front of their doors for days, sometimes weeks on end, I assume until the custodian of the building goes around and throws them all away. I understand and respect that many people do not agree with the views expressed by the Dartmouth Review, but that is no reason to litter the buildings with it.
This is, of course, a feature done in good humor. I am not a complainer by nature, only by trade.
So I was thinking ... about how to reconcile my mixed feelings about Dartmouth. How can I love a place so deeply that challenges me as a person every single day?
This Thursday night, 100 students plan to sleep out in cardboard shelters on Baker lawn. With temperatures dropping and our first snowfall this week, you're probably curious about why we will be doing such a thing.
To the Editor: I write to ask the members of the Dartmouth community to support a number of student activities planned during Hunger and Homelessness Awareness Week (Nov.
To the Editor: Who needs The Dartmouth Review when you have The Dartmouth? And thank God for the Jack-O.
Several recent incidents of insensitivity and ignorance on campus have highlighted the need for increased community understanding. In the wake of these unfortunate events, the Dartmouth community has mobilized itself to speak out against hatred and ignorance.
Many members of the Dartmouth community have been wrestling with the issue of diversity and its meaning.
To the Editor: I was saddened and frustrated to read Michael Weiss's column in Wednesday's edition of The Dartmouth ["To Hell with Religion," Nov.
Dry leaves skid across the cracked pavement of the gloomy alley. Shoppers rush by, high heels clicking along, fancy paper bags rattling in the wind.
To the Editor: This Thursday's "What is Ghetto?" discussion group contained the single most offensive speech I have ever heard.
Billions of dollars in damages. Over 80 percent of the infrastructure destroyed. Ninety-four bridges out.