Focus Should Be On Sexual Assault, Not the Greek System
For the past two weeks, anonymous posters and chalk graffiti have highlighted the issue of sexual assault and alleged that Greek houses degrade women and protect rapists.
For the past two weeks, anonymous posters and chalk graffiti have highlighted the issue of sexual assault and alleged that Greek houses degrade women and protect rapists.
In two and a half weeks, over a thousand '97s plus a few assorted relics from classes of yore will walk up to that structure being built on the Green, receive our diplomas, shake the hand of the Finnish Prime Minister, and then venture out into the world.
To the Editor: Your interesting first article on student-athletes is subtitled "Academic, athletics and social life concerns often prove daunting for student-athletes at an Ivy-League College." You illustrate this theme with Sally Annis '97, "one of the small group of athletes whose excellence in the classroom is repeated in the gym." Not wishing to take any credit away from Sally, I would argue that she is more the norm than the exception. I have been privileged to know and to work with some outstanding students over the past several years and I find that at least half of them are seriously engaged in athletics.
President Freedman Underestimated Students
This crowd has gone deadly silent. Cinderella story out of nowhere, a former greenskeeper now about to become ... picked up by the Hanover police.
I've heard the low, echoed, fatuous moans of freshmen blending with the collective tearing of envelopes, punctuated by heavy sighs as their hazed eyes swerve to the words "Hinman" or "McLane" stamped seemingly in blood upon their fall housing assignments.
Questions of race lie at or near the surface of many of the United States' debates on public policy, and the rancorous divisions they produce have no easily foreseeable end.
Since Julian Jaynes' origin of conscious ness in the breakdown of the bicameral mind, the first questions entertained by men -- even before the cave-dwellers of Western Asia, North America, and the European peninsula painted graffiti on their walls--were questions of an unanswerable nature, all beginning with the parentally-dreaded, aspiratory phoneme "Why?" Several millennia later, verb forms introduced the existential "Why is?" You can be sure that there was a class of linguistic innovators, probably burned at the stake, for slotting noun phrases in at the end of this predicate. But it is only in the struggle for knowledge that history progresses.
To the Editor: When I left for class this morning, I thought it was just another overcast day.
To the Editor: As I passed by the Gold Coast this afternoon, I saw some words written on the pavement in chalk.
As word spreads across campus that this year's Commencement speaker is Paavo T. Lipponen, the prime minister of Finland, many students will no doubt scratch their heads and say: "Paavo T.
Dartmouth I've given you all and now I'm nothing. Dartmouth one hundred twenty thousand dollars June 8, 1997. I can't stand my own dorm. Dartmouth when will we end the DDS war? Go f*ck yourself with your DA$H account. I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my thesis till I'm in my right mind. Dartmouth when will you be affordable? When will you get rid of your fines? When will you look at yourself through your students' eyes? When will you be worthy of your 50 Classics majors? Dartmouth why are your libraries full of stress? Dartmouth when will you send your recruiters to Hell? I'm sick of your expensive demands. When can I go into Topside and buy what I need with my good looks? Dartmouth after all it is you and I who are perfect not grad school. Your BlitzMail is too much for me. You made me want to be motivated. There must be some other way to settle this overdue book notice. Pelton is in Norwich I don't think he'll come back it's sinister. Are you being sinister or is this another fine? I'm trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my halogen lamp. Dartmouth stop fining I know what I'm doing. Dartmouth the weather should be warm every day. I haven't read the campus publications for months, everyday someone goes on trial for plagiarism. Dartmouth I feel sentimental about Beta. Dartmouth I joined a Greek house when I was a sophomore I'm not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my dorm for days on end and stare at the Snood screen. When I go to Amarna I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there's going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Leslie Silko. My Dick's House counselor thinks I'm perfectly right. I have purple sunglasses and hair on my back. Dartmouth I still haven't told you what you did to M.D.
Last summer when my housing notice finally came I excitedly tore it open. I quickly scanned the page to find out where I would be living: Cohen.
What do you get when you cross Pat Buchanan with a radical left-wing environmentalist? No, not a long-haired, Birkenstock-wearing hippie who fires semi-automatic weapons at women and children who attempt to cross over the Mexican-American border, but a petite, soft-spoken woman named Virginia Abernethy, Professor of Psychiatry at Vanderbilt University Medical Center. At first sight it is hard to imagine that this Harvard-educated anthropologist with an M.B.A.
They started arriving a week or two weeks back. I'm sure you're all familiar with how they read: "Hi everybody!
This past Sunday I chowed a $1 Whopper meal with three friends, courtesy of the East Wheelock Cluster.
To the Editor: Relationship and sex. These two words do not mean the same thing in my vocabulary, but I am waking up to the fact that they may to other people.
I am still sore and basically exhausted. This past weekend, I participated in North Country Weekend, which is a Tucker program that brings urban youth to Dartmouth for a weekend.
I finally got sick of the sad, soaked, phony world of Dartmouth editorial writing -- it was Hunter S.