I've Got Issues...
I've Got Issues ... but, then who doesn't have issues these days? It's such a fun word to say; why not have issues too? Anyhow, what is my issue, you might ask.
I've Got Issues ... but, then who doesn't have issues these days? It's such a fun word to say; why not have issues too? Anyhow, what is my issue, you might ask.
To the Editor: I am utterly disgusted by the advice of Kenji Hosokawa '98 in "Welcome, Class of 2001!" [Wednesday, September 24, 1997, The Dartmouth.] Once again he has abused Francis Fukuyama's "End of History" thesis.
A few weeks ago, I visited my high school in New Mexico, and it was a visit like none before it -- in complete calmness, and not without some sadness, I revisited the hallowed ground upon which my golden, final two years of high school had been etched. The first time I came back to visit (the summer after I graduated), I was inexplicably nervous, and felt acutely out of place (or "obtusely in place," whichever way you wanna cut the angle). After exchanging a friendly hug, a girl asked me, "Geez, why are you shaking?" After I told her Geez was actually one of my friends, I realized I couldn't answer the question.
Here at Dartmouth, many people are involved in volunteer organizations. However, not everyone in the student body is aware that the Tucker Foundation keeps growing and growing: Students who are eager to use their academic skills to help others learn gravitate to the Opportunities in Education program; the Prison Project allows students to teach inmates at community prisons; cute little kids look up to those Dartmouth students that read to them in Book Buddies; students from different cultural backgrounds share their experiences with elementary school children; special friends volunteers take care of disabled children; helping out at the local high schools and elementary schools is a rewarding and fun experience. Everyone loves to work with little kids!
First of all, I would like to extend my congratulations to each member of the Class of 2001 for his or her acceptance to Dartmouth.
6:51pm: I am startled out of a deep slumber. The hazy surroundings start to focus. I'm in Collis.
Dartmouth's campus seems to constantly experience animosity between the administration and the students.
David Rosenwaks '99 will appear in Lebanon District Court today to face a bizarre and puzzling charge.
Last Wednesday marked the arrival in Hanover of the newest members of the Dartmouth Community -- the Class of 2001.
Welcome back. It's time to start one more trip around the seasons, Fall, Winter, and Mud. I thought I'd chip in a few thought, ideas, and greetings concerning yet another year at Dartmouth. Seniors: Wow, I haven't seen most of you in at least three terms.
The ground is shaking beneath McNutt and it's not because of the construction work on Mass Row. With the release of her first book, A is for Admission: The Insider's Guide to Getting Into the Ivy League and Other Top Colleges, former Dartmouth Admissions Officer, Michele A.
Ah, Dartmouth. This school is now ours, the playground, the proscenium, of the 2001s. I do enjoy being called a "one." I was born on the first day of the first month of the year, so the number one is my talisman.
If Daniel Webster had been alive two hundred years later and living on-campus, his now-famous speech would probably have been something to the effect of, "As I have said, sir, it is a small college, but there are those who...wait, what the heck happened to my shampoo?" The fact is that while I'd like to remember sophomore summer as the term when I may have skipped class a little too much, played a lot of disc and got a pretty uneven tan in the process, I'll also remember it as the term that I discovered, for better or worse, what some students take to be the meaning of the term "community" at Dartmouth. One of the obvious benefits of on-campus living is a person's proximity to so many fellow undergraduates.
C Says: P, can you believe Sophomore Summer is almost over? It flew by. P Says: I know. It seems like yesterday that I was a naive freshman looking forward to this pivotal summer of intense growth and maturity and drunken oblivion. C Says: Did it live up to your expectations? P Says: Well ... I was drunk.
To the Editor: The August 18 article, "DOC gears up for arrival of '01 Class" displeased me.
The end is near. This isn't some apocalyptic message, just a reminder that within a matter of a week, give or take a few days, that we will all be upperclassmen and our class will be divided and scattered for the next four terms.
DDS has made a step in the right direction by incorporating student opinion in its newly announced changes. Nearly 2,700 students participated in the Student Assembly-sponsored referendum, and an overwhelming majority voted to cut DDS services rather than pay for a mandatory $800-per-term meal plan. In response, DDS created a plan for Fall term that cuts and rearranges services to maximize student satisfaction and DDS profits. Topside Convenience Store will have new extended hours during the weekends, as well as during reading and exam periods.
As I read through Eric Del Pozo's "Some Words on Words ..." [The Dartmouth, August 8, 1997] I couldn't help but feel proud as he intoned the emotional power of language, of the myriad complexities it presents to us.
This past weekend, while journeying to Montreal, I was struck by a strange yet logical thought: if there's this country bordering the U.S.
C Says: P, have you been to Career Services yet? P Says: Yeah, I was just there yesterday for the first time and let me tell you, Kip taught me how to really sell my assets. C Says: Really?