Greek Houses Are Part of Life Here
Metal-spikeed, black leather boots loomed in the corner. An interesting first impression of my twenty-year-old freshman roommate.
Metal-spikeed, black leather boots loomed in the corner. An interesting first impression of my twenty-year-old freshman roommate.
I could use numbers and facts to convince you there is a worldwide, national and local homelessness problem, but you already know that there are far too many people who have far too little.
To the Editor: The letter written by David Mulliken on March 5 concerning the Will To Be Well was factually misinformed.
To the Editor: The editorial in Tuesday's issue, "Garmire: Release the Numbers", is the most poorly written editorial I have ever read in the pages of The Dartmouth.
Last week when my friend Nathan asked me if I wanted to go to the Programming Board's community dinner I though to myself, "Why not?" The topic of the night, "What Does it 'Mean' to be White in a Multiracial Community" was, well, topical.
Some students were disturbed by a letter distributed to most of the campus's male population through the Hinman Post Office last week.
To the Editor: Allow me to clarify a misunderstanding in yesterday's issue of The Dartmouth regarding Thayer School's participation in the U.S.
To the Editor: Prediction: When I return for my five year reunion in 2002, the Greek system as we know it will be dead.
A couple of weeks ago, the Student Assembly requested a fundamental, democratic right: that students of Dartmouth, particularly seniors, be granted the right to vote for the election of new Trustees to the Board of Dartmouth College.
To the Editor: It has been nearly a week since the Dartmouth Student Assembly completed their Will to Be Well campaign.
The decision by Thayer School of Engineering Dean Elsa Garmire to withhold information from U.S. News and World Report magazine for its graduate school rankings was wrong. Garmire intended to protest the way the magazine ranks engineering schools by withholding Thayer's information.
Like many citizens of the world who, for some odd reason, wish to avoid dying of lung cancer, I have recently quit smoking.
I read a statistic that left me in a serious state of disturbed contemplation. Enough rumination to spur the writing about something and nothing -- factual entertainment.
To the Editor: Over last weekend, John Hart '75 was here showing his film "Drunks," which he produced because it captured "the New England town meeting," a place where anyone could speak and expect the group to listen to their every word, scrutinizing and mulling over what was said. Perhaps, as he suggested, "this [place] never truly existed" in old New England, but Hart's greatest accomplishment is that he managed to foster this community while he was here.
In honor of one of my ancestral homelands, I'd like to bring your attention to Taiwan. Though a small, little island off the coast of Asia, it is the 14th largest economic power in the world.
To the Editor: In response to Sam Bonderoff's most recent article ["Pick a Major, Part II," Feb.
I did not know much about the Big Green prior to arriving for my kayaking trip on that sunny, but breezy early September afternoon.
It has recently been my opportunity to have undergone a truly sublime experience, an experience so fateful in its implications and so richly productive that I feel myself duty bound to communicate, or at least try to communicate, something of the flavor of this experience to my fellow students; I encountered the genius of Thomas Mann's fiction. I imagine that there are a good many individuals out there, not all of whom are irredeemable bottom-feeders, who might be a bit nonplused as to why they should find my enthusiasm for Thomas Mann's writing of any relevance to themselves.
It has been going on for a few weeks, and at first I tried to conceal it. However, a few of my close friends began to notice the change in my behavior and a few of them confronted me about it.