One Hell of a Deal
That which compelled me to write this piece was a recent blitz from the staff of Baker library saying that they had located my copy card in the Reference Room of the library and would I please come and retrieve it.
That which compelled me to write this piece was a recent blitz from the staff of Baker library saying that they had located my copy card in the Reference Room of the library and would I please come and retrieve it.
The call of danger, the din of distress. For a few seconds, the anxious strobes halt relaxed dinner conversations.
To the Editor: In Professor Victor Ambros' letter to the editor "Heckling the Other Team's Players is Not Amusing," [Nov.
Not Just at Dartmouth Games
Recently I broke down and bought myself a new computer. Or should I say, my computer broke down, and I bought myself a new computer.
Last week, I received an e-mail from Erica, one of my best friends who is a freshman at Amherst College.
We, the sisters of Zeta Beta Chi sorority, wish to announce that on December 10, 1998, our organization will dissolve and the assets will be donated to charity.
As long as I can remember, exceptionalism has been the rule in my family. My parents struggled, against much resistance, to inculcate in me a strong sense of difference.
To the Editor: It was good to read in The Dartmouth ["Annual lighting tour looks at campus," Nov.
To the Editor: The article about the three Dartmouth juniors who pride themselves in heckling opposing soccer players ["Dr. Heckle," Nov.
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.