Teach Judges to Think Like Scientists
The time has finally arrived for our nation's federal judges to temporarily remove their black judicial robes in order to get fitted for their new white laboratory coats.
The time has finally arrived for our nation's federal judges to temporarily remove their black judicial robes in order to get fitted for their new white laboratory coats.
Since I'll be graduating soon (such tragedy), I thought I'd present you all with a little wish list: the Top Ten Changes I Would Like to See Happen at this School after I'm Gone.
To the Editor: I am writing in response to the article entitled "Major Gender Discrepancies?" [April 30, 1997, The Dartmouth]. While quoting statistics about the number of women majors in the sciences, she incompletely defines the science disciplines at Dartmouth as "biology, chemistry, engineering, computer science and physics." The article unfortunately left out Earth Sciences and Mathematics.
I'm no internet junkie, but I am hooked on the mountains of information that can be found with one swift push of a button.
Last term, my fellow staff columnist Sam Bonderoff wrote a series of humorous columns in which he satirically characterized many of the majors at Dartmouth.
At a school where the student population is so academically driven and people always seem to be overextended, it is truly reassuring that there has been such an overwhelming response to DarCORPS -- the Dartmouth Community OutReach ProjectS. DarCORPS is the largest community service effort organized at Dartmouth in recent memory.
Imagine waking up at 9:30 (Yes, 9:30 A.M.) on a sunny Spring morning, sitting up in your bed and stretching that last bit of sleep out of yourself.
To the Editor: Tomorrow, 550 students and 50 administrators, faculty and staff will devote their Saturday to our community.
To the Editor: After reading the article "Major Gender Discrepancies" [April 30, 1997, The Dartmouth], I found myself quite disturbed by, among a number of things, certain quotations, or better, generalizations, by WISP Director Mary Pavone.
To the Editor: The Administration knew that students would not vote for a mandatory $800 per term meal plan.
To the Editor: It has recently been brought to my attention that a certain campus purveyor of greasy goodness has instituted a systematic program designed to insult the economic foundation of the Dartmouth student population.
If you went out this weekend you may have noticed the hordes of parents wandering around campus. They were the ones with the all too conspicuous name tags and the varying shades of green apparel.
Earlier this month, Cara Abercrombie '97 and I had the opportunity to attend the National Low Income Housing Coalition's Annual Conference in Washington, D.C.
"Watch out!" screamed my friend as we were turning the corner that connects Tuck Drive to the Gold Coast.
Death. The Last Dance. The Big Sleep. The Grand Finale. The Toothless Grin. We are all born with one guarantee in life, and that is that at some point, perhaps eighty years or ten days down the line, we will die.
Dartmouth is incredible. It is home to thousands of interesting and motivated students and professors.
As I lay awake in bed a few nights ago thinking about how different I've felt this year as compared to last, my roommate muttered in his sleep, "It's true." Propelled by this harbinger of coincidence, I knew I was on to something momentous. Last year I felt altogether overwhelmed, unsure of how to deal with the hectic trimester schedule, dealing with a roommate, the blitzkrieg of opportunities available, the uber-students who participated in all of them, all the 'shmobs I felt left out of, and a few draconian classes in which I was apparently tested on how well I could read the profs' minds (I didn't flunk any, but ... two C+'s in the same term is a tad frustrating). But this year things aren't nearly as overwhelming, and last term I felt, for the first time, like a true sophomore.
To the Editor: For the past few days, I don't think that an hour has passed that a blitz about the DDS referendum hasn't popped up in my In Box.
It's a story with a familiar theme: a musical genius persecuted by those who lack his talent. In this particular variation on Amadeus and Immortal Beloved, a gifted child thwarted in his creativity by the tyranny of his father overcomes many trials to fulfill the promise of his genius.
When women's reactions to sexual assault are discussed, several common themes usually arise, including shame, a lowering of self esteem and fear of intimacy with men, even a difficulty interacting with men on non-sexual terms.