Back to the Basics
"Watch out!" screamed my friend as we were turning the corner that connects Tuck Drive to the Gold Coast.
"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.
Upon reading the options offered to students under the referendum, I must say that I am a little confused.
To the Editor: I noticed myself, and it has been brought to my attention, that The Dartmouth did not mention the pro-life conference which took place here at Dartmouth this past weekend.
We were all drenched after the rainy night we took back last Friday evening during Sexual Assault Awareness Week (SAAW). I hope the fervor of the march, and that of the purposeful week, has not seeped underground along with the rain.
To the Editor: I would like to register my disappointment with The Dartmouth's coverage of the Spring Conference of the Ivy League Coalition for Life or lack thereof.
To the Editor: I find the Student Assembly's website for voting on the Dartmouth Dining Services issue very troubling.
To the Editor: Many of my female friends believe that there is no contesting the fact that "Men Suck." I have personally not yet given up hope and believe that there must be some good men out there ... after all, all of our daddies had to come from somewhere!
The other night I heard a full-time employee in one of the dining halls remark, "Hey tomorrow, we may have to be looking for a new job.
Nearly every Thursday, more than 3,000 Dartmouth students receive over BlitzMail "The Weekend Update," a compilation of campus events planned for the following weekend.
Dartmouth students don't care. We are here to get our Ivy League degree, network with rich alumni, and then get to the business of making more money.
After years of being ignored, students finally have a voice in the future of Dartmouth Dining Services.
It happens all the time. You'll be walking down the street, sitting in the reserve corridor, or otherwise lounging in a public place.
To the Editor: On behalf of myself and the Psychology Department at Dartmouth College, I would like to recognize the passing of a fine friend and dear colleague, Bob Eastman.
So you want to write a thesis. Or better yet, you don't want to write a thesis. Maybe you're wondering, 'Should I write a thesis?' Hey juniors, '98's, five-year plan '97's, anal-compulsive goal-obsessed freshmen and prospectives: Are you going to write a thesis? Maybe you're a Govy or Eccy or Socy or, uh, Geoggy major.