On Elitism at Dartmouth
Close your eyes and pretend that you are someone who is unaffiliated with Dartmouth. And then imagine what would be the first images to come to your mind when the name Dartmouth College was mentioned.
Close your eyes and pretend that you are someone who is unaffiliated with Dartmouth. And then imagine what would be the first images to come to your mind when the name Dartmouth College was mentioned.
I read C and P's column on Wednesday [The Dartmouth, June 9, 1997] concerning dating at Dartmouth and felt that someone needed to set the record straight.
Dating at Dartmouth. Columnist love advice has become trendier than blue nail polish. Want to hear my theory on the psychological affects of the color green on Dartmouth dating habits?
C Says: P, have you noticed that everyone seems to be obsessed with relationships this summer? P Says: Yeah, I don't think The Dartmouth has had an issue yet without some article about love, or lack of it.
One of the issues that I have found causes the greatest volume of debate among students at Dartmouth is affinity housing.
Let's face it -- there's nothing quite like rollerblading. Although many people are frightened by crazy rollerbladers, I think that we should take kindly to this popular sport and its participants.
Just a few nights before I returned to sunny Hanover to spend my entire summer entrenched in the quagmire of academia, I was fortunate enough to be privy to something that I found both odd and quite normal at the same time.
New and popular recreational sports, such as rollerblading, inevitably bring with them a number of beginners.
During Green Key weekend last term, I and some fellow Asgardians had been drumming up publicity for our Green Key Dance (especially me, for I am the Publicity Exec.) when we encountered an unkind response to one of the event blitzes.
I started my Tuesday morning fresh with column ideas, all of which seemed to vanish the moment I picked up The Dartmouth and read through Justin Carrino's comment on "Love, Dartmouth Style" [July 1, 1997]. (Let's face it: he's right about the preponderance of talk about love and romance among college students.) I, too, see the "common-law marriages" and the one-night stands taking place.
DarTalk needs substantial reorganization in order to better serve its customers, the students. Its current management isinconvenient, disorganized and the source of much frustration. Student complaints about unfair rates are unfounded and inaccurate -- current rates are about 10 percent off what we would be charged by AT&T for long distances.
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.