College Students Are People Too
I have a hard time taking my life seriously. And really, it is no fault of my own. I go to college.
I have a hard time taking my life seriously. And really, it is no fault of my own. I go to college.
To the Editor: I understand that it is impossible for The Dartmouth to cover every sports competition that takes place over the weekend.
Short men really have it tough. I have a friend who is really short. Most of the time he complains about his height because he sees taller, stronger guys with beautiful women.
The current brouhaha concerning Uncommon Threads and the content of its Fall term issue shows the problem that can occur when one aims self-righteousness at everyone but himself.
I've recently read some of the editorial remarks of William F. Buckley as they pertain to his upcoming lecture and panel discussion on the place of religion in academia.
Last night I thought a lot about high school. I guess it must have been some time since I contemplated the years I spent at dear old Mercy High.
To the Editor: I extend an invitation to the Dartmouth student body to hear William F. Buckley speak this Wednesday evening.
To the Editor: On behalf of the 1998 Alumni Fund interns, I wanted to comment on your article on this year's Student Phonathon ["Donations down for Alumni Fund drive," January 16]. Although it was great to have The Dartmouth cover what is an important annual event for Dartmouth and the Alumni Fund, it was disappointing to see that you seemed to paint the program and its results in a bad light. The headline was completely wrong.
How often have we heard that people are increasingly capable of transcending race? Probably so often that it is prosaic.
My parents went on a golfing vacation to Ireland two years ago, and while there they intended to try to find some relatives and look into our family history a little bit.
To the Editor: Your "1997: The Year in Review" section included in last Friday's The Dartmouth mentions the tragic June death from mercury poisoning of chemistry Professor Karen Wetterhahn. The account ends with, "Wetterhahn was most likely exposed to the toxic metal in her College laboratory when she spilled several drops of mercury last August." I would like to correct one part of this sentence that, if left uncorrected, could lead to a misunderstanding.
Twas a quiet night, about a few weeks into the first term. As I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and turn in for the night, I heard retching noises and smelled an odor that usually belongs in frat houses.
So, what have I learned so far? Idealism is good. Fraternities are good. Drinking isn't necessarily good, but it isn't up to somebody else to decide that for me.
To the Editor: In a January 8 review of a holiday package released by hard-rock band Rage Against the Machine ["Rage Against the Machine continues success with video and CD," The Dartmouth] I was surprised to read that arts writer Sebastian Barreveld called the song "The Ghost of Tom Joad" a "fragile composite of several carefully chosen catch phrases." In fact, the song is a Bruce Springsteen cover.
To the Editor: In response to Robert Dapice's letter that appeared in your January 13 edition, I just want to say something.
We've lost our president. Our provost is stepping down. Our dean of the College has found another position. So what?
To the Editor: I would like to correct some of the statements that I made regarding the plans of the Student Assembly Committee on Academic Affairs.
Fishnet tights in powder pink. With the tack-o-meter flashing in the red, I extricated the package in wonder from its beige pantyhose cousins.
Many of us at Dartmouth -- graduating seniors, '99s and 2000s looking for permanent employment and leave-term jobs -- are often faced with interviews, essays, applications and more.
To the Editor: During last night's showing of the movie "Braveheart," an angry king was shown killing his effeminate and incompetent son's boyfriend in disgust.