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The Dartmouth
July 27, 2025 | Latest Issue
The Dartmouth
Opinion
Opinion

Dash system confuses, complicates

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Advertised this summer as "a convenient, flexible and easier-to-use alternative to cash" the new Dash card has turned out to be a big headache. The flyer sent home to students in August tried to sell the so-called "exciting new program" rather than inform students about how the dramatic change in billing would affect their daily lives.


Opinion

'Best Ever' Label Inaccurate

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To the Editor: I am disappointed once again that Dartmouth's incoming class will be labeled "the best ever," a claim supported by ever-stretched data and near interpolations.


Opinion

The Dartmyth

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Everyone loves Dartmouth. From the moment we step onto this campus as 'shmen, birds begin singing, the sun shines perpetually, and cars stop for us even when we're not at an intersection.


Opinion

Sweating it Out on the Border

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This summer I learned a lot about heat. Before driving south to spend a term in the Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas, I never fully appreciated how HOT 106 degrees Fahrenheit really is.




Opinion

A Solution to the '00 Problem?

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To the Editor: Since my arrival on campus, my class, the class of 2000, has been referred to as "zeros," "double zeroes," "naughts" and "nothings." According to all the literature that we were sent in the mail over the summer, the impession is given that we would get to name ourselves.


Opinion

Thus Spake Eleazer Wheelock

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Welcome first-year students! I must say right away that this is the column I have been dreaming of writing since I was but a wee first-year lo those many years ago.


Opinion

'The Rock': A Display of Poor Brinkmanship

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I once had an engaging discussion with a friend on the movie "The Rock." Although, I am sure some of the Dartmouth readership are familiar with the movie, allow me, for those who have not seen it, to outline the portion of its plot pertinent to this column. In the movie, a U.S.




Opinion

The Summer of Our Content

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As we now approach that all too familiar pre-finals, running-to-Kiewit, overflowing-anxiety-filled last week of the term, a little dose of reflection and dissection of our Sophomore Summer and beyond seems to be a natural last step.



Opinion

A Farewell to Sophomore Summer and Innocence

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I love how Dartmouth terms are organized. The first three weeks center around how you want the term to be, the next four are all about how quickly the term is going, and the last three are done in complete panic, reminiscing about how the term was. Well, here we are, more than half way through our ('98's) time at Dartmouth.



Opinion

Minority Students Work Hard at Dartmouth

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To the Editor: I read the short retort by Matthew T. Welander '97 and J. Brooks Weaver '97 [Connecting Lack of Social Options with poor Academic Performance is Preposterous, August 11, The Dartmouth] and my reaction ran the whole gamut of outright disgust through sympathetic astonishment and right back to disgust. It piqued my curiosity -- no, let's try the honest approach -- it horrified me and saddened me at the same time because that column was written by two supposedly intelligent personalities who sound as though they have the time to discuss the existence (rather, the non-existence) of a Student Assembly at Dartmouth College -- quick examples: "It's That Time of Year Again," April 9, 1996, The Dartmouth; "Welander Portrays Assembly Inaccurately," May 2, 1996, The Dartmouth; etc.) but who could not afford the time to be present at the discussion of the issues they were commenting on. You see, it is true we all came here to study and face the huge academic challenge but to divorce academic performance from the social sphere is sheer folly.


Opinion

Search for Continuity with the D-Plan

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With one week left in the term, I find myself ready for a familiar ritual: packing my life into Xerox boxes, locating homes for my fridge and futon and bidding farewell to a room I have known for only ten short weeks.