What's in a Name
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.
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.
Over Christmas break, I did most of the usual things -- sleeping in, spending quality time with the fam in front of the TV and on long car rides to the mall and catching up with old friends.
Skiing season is once again upon us, and I for one am quite excited. However, several trends this year are beginning to dampen my spirits. First, the rain we had all last week does not generally promote good skiing conditions.
The first week of the term has come and gone. That's one more week that I'm further past my sexual prime.
This past summer, I culminated my ROTC training at Dartmouth by completing Advanced Camp. This is really just a five-week boot camp for college kids where military skills are evaluated.
Let's be good. Just for one day. On January 14th, Wednesday -- the day after tomorrow -- we're all going to be really good to each other.
If I don't go out tonight, I am going to die. You might not believe me, but its true. If I don't go out tonight and rage until I end up as one of the two people left in a fraternity basement, playing a drinking game with one die and recycled beer, it means that I'll have given up.
To the Editor: The frequency with which binge-drinking occurs on our campus disturbs me more than does a stricter College alcohol policy. While the administration must comply with the law, it is irresponsible student behavior that forces their hand.
I'm not the world's neatest person. In fact, I'm a bit of a slob. I used to think this was a very common trait among people my own age.
I am a guy cheerleader. For reasons unknown to me, I still cannot say those words without smirking or suppressing a chuckle.