Pardon the Cliche
What a long, strange trip down a long and winding road it's been. What a long, strange day's journey into 1,001 Arabian nights of the living dead it's been. In other words, my college career, or rather, my four-year string of cliches, is about to come to an end. Therefore, in the best cliched tradition of columnists for The Dartmouth, I have decided to write this look-back-in-anger, best-years-of-our-lives, pour-some-sugar-on-me column. Not that this will be the last column I write for The Dartmouth, of course (so you can put away the champagne). That would be too cliched even for a wrath-of-Achilles, critique-of-pure-reason, theory-of-relativity guy like myself. Hello Dartmouth, my old friend. Remember when we were young? I certainly do.
