A Silent Struggle
The following anonymous column, which was recently received by the editorial office of The Dartmouth, provides a crash course in what it is like to be a Dartmouth student with an eating disorder.
The following anonymous column, which was recently received by the editorial office of The Dartmouth, provides a crash course in what it is like to be a Dartmouth student with an eating disorder.
We often tend to view our names as something vital to the definition of who we are. An integral part of our identity, one could say.
I would like to thank Robert Sutton for unveiling, to the benefit of all students and faculty at Dartmouth, his "Capitalist Column," in which he will present a view of events around the world through the eyes of a capitalist.
For most of us, this is a time of beginning in our lives. Some of us are just beginning college, and even upperclassmen are beginning their years of adulthood, beginning to live alone and beginning to accept more freedom and responsibility. We are encouraged to try new things, meet new people and develop new friendships.
Valentine's Day is but 128 days from now, and so I would like to dedicate this column to you, love of my life, Collis Omelette Lady. I still remember the day my eyes first gazed upon you as you busily made omelettes in Collis.
To the Editor: I would like to point out an egregious misspelling in Robert Sutton's column "The Capitalist Revolution is at Hand" [The Dartmouth, Oct.
As I began to read David Berenson's column ["Decide for Yourself," The Dartmouth, Oct. 6] on the detrimental influence of fraternities on the Dartmouth campus, my vision began to blur and my head began to spin.
It would have been spectacular. It would have been the ultimate icing on the greatest of cakes. Both the Red Sox and Cubs were eliminated from the play-offs over the weekend.
Ever since I arrived at Dartmouth last year, the College has apparently had mascot issues. The Indian is long gone.
At the risk of repeating what's already been said of the cultural wetwilly that is migrating to Hanover, N.H., allow me to add one more perspective -- that of the New Yorker.
To the Editor: I was one of many Americans who didn't care much about the Monica Lewinsky scandal.
While having dinner with a friend this weekend, I listened as he told me various stories involving a common practice in his fraternity -- getting so drunk that you urinate on yourself, objects such as a bed or couch or other members of the house.
I would like to thank The Dartmouth for allowing me to unveil this opening edition of my "Capitalist Column," a column devoted to presenting the capitalist view of current events, in their editorial section.
'Who does Number Two work for?"--Austin Powers I thought the subject of my first editorial for the oldest and most respected college newspaper in the universe should be about something important.
In her attempt to find something interesting to do over the holidays besides count the shopping days until Easter, this past winter my friend Liz (Elizabeth Ruth, for short) suggested that we visit the zoo.
I miss television. Before coming to Dartmouth, not only did I watch more than the healthy TV recommendation, I also served as the official advocate for TV watchers.
The results of recent polls reflect a remarkable American ability to separate our personal values from our expectations of leadership.
The past few weeks have caused me to make more adjustments than Red Sox shortstop Nomar Garciappara does between pitches.
The College's decision to provide cable television access in residence hall rooms this winter is a pleasant surprise and a step in the right direction. In addition to significantly improving the quality of life for Dartmouth students, the decision demonstrates the administration's willingness and ability to respond to student concerns. After stalling on the matter last year, the administration has obviously realized the importance of this issue to students. The argument that cable will detract from Dartmouth's intellectual atmosphere or deter students from more "academic" pursuits was justifiably disregarded. In a culture dominated by CNN and MTV, Americans have come to rely on television for instantaneous worldwide information.
They come in all sizes and shapes, but they are usually furry, large and easily recognized. For reasons unknown, children love them and are attracted to them like sharks to a drop of blood.