My Independent Study
I don't know about you, but I'm not someone who coughs very often. I only cough when I'm choking on a french fry (which happens often given my "Zone" diet) or when I'm deathly ill.
I don't know about you, but I'm not someone who coughs very often. I only cough when I'm choking on a french fry (which happens often given my "Zone" diet) or when I'm deathly ill.
With Mother's Day fast approaching, I was just thinking about how my relationship with my mother has changed since I arrived at the College.
After almost four years of getting annoyed at every editorial I read in The Dartmouth, either for their lack of content or because the content was extremely offensive or irritating, I have decided that instead of complaining, I'm going to write about something that is important to me.
So recently I applied for a job where I was required to send in a set of my fingerprints. Let me clarify: new fingerprints.
As a part of the construction of Berry Library, the big elm tree that stood at the northeast corner of Baker was recently cut down.
Occasionally, I find myself sucked into a conversation that needs to be immortalized in a movie. A couple of Saturdays ago, I found myself drawn into one of these conversations, but since I'm not about to stay up nights slaving away on a screenplay, I'll just have to preserve the experience in a D column. My roommate Kelly and I were returning to our dorm, unaware of the crowd of guys gathered on the Morton couches.
A couple of years ago, my dad gave me a book about random acts of kindness. It contained numerous stories about people who, for no apparent reason, did good deeds for other human beings -- whether that involved helping a stranger in need or paying the toll cost for a couple of cars on the highway after they passed through the gate. When I received the gift from my Dad, although thankful for the gesture, I soon dismissed the book as just another one of those "feel-good" concepts that he had found to include in another one of his numerous speeches.
It's not easy being Kiewit ... at least not in the past two weeks. Think about it for a second. Not only do Director Larry Levine and his staff have students beating down their doors about the new policy in public printing (distribution on the half-hour) and the new strict enforcement of the ban against printing multiple copies, but they have, in the past week or so, had to weather the storms of leaving nearly one-fourth of the campus without BlitzMail for extended periods of time and almost losing the student records of the financial aid and admissions offices.
It was with great dismay that I read of another shooting by a young perpetrator, this time in Pennsylvania.
So here's my dilemma: as a student at what will soon be one of the world's great research universities, which of man's two purposes do I try to fulfill?
To the Editor: Rarely am I so flabbergasted as I was when I read Amanda Molk's editorial on April 29 about Kiewit's printing policies ["Printing Policies are Inconvenient," The Dartmouth]. "Socio-economic class lines"? "Violate students' rights"? Get real. Free printing is a service that is virtually unique to Dartmouth and yet all I ever hear is complaining.
Last Saturday I had Coca-Cola and jazz for breakfast -- a drastic deviation from my standard Lucky Charms and milk.
These days, whenever you read the front page of any newspaper, you read about some sex scandal, murder or bombing.
I am writing in response to Kenji Hosokawa's "The Harvardization of Dartmouth," which appeared in Tuesday's issue of The Dartmouth.
I've been trying to get a friend of mine to pick up her violin and play some duets with me. She's very reluctant and very concerned that her playing isn't good enough.
To the Editor: It is probably useful for me to amplify a recent article describing my remarks regarding changing influences in American higher education [The Dartmouth, "Pelton discusses professors' salaries," April 29]. The article's headline might lead the careless reader to conclude that I sought to criticize increases in faculty salaries.
We all read or watched the Jonesboro tragedy when several little girls and a teacher were gunned down by two young boys acting as snipers in the woods.
To the Editor: As a Computer Science major, I feel the need to take the time to respond to a few points raised in Kenji Hosokawa's most recent column ["The Harvardization of Dartmouth," April 28]. Although I am a student of one of Hosokawa's "master sciences," I completely disagree with his characterization of their role in the educational process.
To the Editor: We are told in last Friday's Weekend Gazette [The Dartmouth, April 24] that it's OK for the new Berry Library to look industrial because New England has industrial roots. Since New England also has agricultural roots, one might suppose that the campus also ought to include in its future plans a barn, a silo and perhaps a coop or two.
In general I like the selection of food at Dartmouth. I often find myself eating better in Hanover than I would at home.