Love, Dartmouth Style
As I was sitting outside of the Courtyard Cafe eating dinner with a guy friend, the topic turned to the inevitable subject: women.
As I was sitting outside of the Courtyard Cafe eating dinner with a guy friend, the topic turned to the inevitable subject: women.
My cousin recently bought me what she claimed would be the most amazing pair of sandals ever to embrace my oversized feet.
The Seventies was the decade of Vietnam and free love. The Eighties was the decade of junk bonds, big hair and love for sale.
P Says: Hey C! It's been six months since our last column. How was Italy? C Says: It's was nice.
I was wandering around campus this week-end in search of a campus dining establishment that was open for business when I happened to overhear a conversation.
Dowd Misrepresented Case
Every time that I have a break and get to see high school friends, I begin questioning whether Dartmouth is all that it is cracked up to be.
Students criticizing the changes Dartmouth Dining Services implemented for the Summer term must realize that cutbacks both in hours and services are a necessary and yearly response to decreased summer business. Also, during last term's referendum, students overwhelmingly indicated their preference for DDS cutbacks over increased mandatory spending.
Actions speak louder than words. That is one philosophical idea that I have come to believe in. However, when one applies this criterion, one is usually disappointed.
I used to be a very happy, optimistic person. I believed in such positive ideas as democracy, human kindness and salary caps.
In 1984, I had a Cabbage Patch doll named Frederika Joanie. I also owned nine My Little Ponies and the Dream Stable.
I was to meet U.S. House Democratic Leader Dick Gephardt one Saturday last term in Durham, N.H., at a brief little Young Dems function ("join us for coffee and danish," the flyer said.
Maybe, after all, it's not so bad going to Dartmouth. For four years (or as many as eight years for some of us) we are pampered, patted on our respective backs, told zillions of time that we are "the best and brightest." Time passes, and many of us begin to believe the ego-stroking.
To the Editor: I don't like writing. Especially in the D. But I'm concerned about some recent coverage.
I'm sure few of us missed the recent uproar when Dartmouth was ranked #1 in the nation by U.S. News and World Report in the "Best Professors" category.
To the Editor: The Principle of Community states: "The life and work of a Dartmouth student should be based on integrity, responsibility and consideration.
Hale-Bopp comet is just an insignificant white speck in the sky, someone was quoted as saying in the Dartmouth.
To the Editor, In the May 23 issue of The Dartmouth, the bold, front-page headline read, "Police execute search of Tabard." The officers of the Tabard find the article not only in the poorest of taste, but also blatantly misleading and bad journalism.
To the Editor: In the courtyard leading to the Hinman boxes, there is a plaque listing the names of Dartmouth graduates killed in World War II and the Korean War; it is a long list.
My first year at this school I anxiously attended graduation and said good-bye to a few good friends, but knew very well that life would go on without the Class of 1995.