Application of the Grading System
Not the System Itself, is the Problem
Not the System Itself, is the Problem
It has recently come to my attention that some students at Dartmouth feel that my columns have not been of benefit to the public.
C and P (Carolyn Wachsman '99 and Polina Globerman '99) point to some real problems and contradictions with the sorority rush system, and more generally with the single-sex Greek system at Dartmouth.
I suppose it is possible one could go through Dartmouth College and spend four years camped out in the stacks only in pursuit of recognition and a cum laude sticker on their diploma.
Every ten years or so, Dartmouth students, running out of more important things to worry about, set out to find a new school mascot.
Since I arrived at Dartmouth, I have been asked the question, "What is your major?" more times than I care to remember.
While you were munching on your Harold Burgers in Food Court this fall, I'd wager you were unaware that quietly but staunchly, a war was raging under your nose, a food fight of the cleanest kind.
"Planning your escape?" asked Mikey. We were in a dark club in Cambridge, and I had been standing in one place, eyes fixed on the door, for 15 minutes. "Huh?
Campaign '96. Presidential elections, fanfare, the year of the American electorate. Once again, Joe Bloe will pick a candidate and then smartly tell his friends that he picked the "lesser of two evils." Dissatisfied with politics, he'll wonder out loud why the choice always seems to between bad and worse.
To the Editor: I am writing at the request of many others, but mainly for simple decency. I refuse to accept that The Dartmouth seriously believes the columns by Abiola Lapite '98 to be "fit to print." Understanding, of course, that you need to fill space, I should like to address this letter instead to that author-function.
President Clinton currently leads Senator Dole by 19 points, according to the New York Times on the World Wide Web (the only way for a busy coed to get news). That alone is enough to cause a diehard bleeding liberal Democrat like me to walk around flashing a big silly grin, even in the face of such recent and festering local adversities as midterms, endless rain, the demise of Collis-as-we-knew-it, etc. But wait, it gets better.
As an individual, I cannot defend the rush process. As a sorority president, I know that we must have some form of rush because we have no other way to introduce underclass women to the sorority system.
Does anyone realize what is going to happen to the Class of 1998 come senior year? Basically, we are going to get screwed as a class in terms of GPA awards like cum laude, magna cum laude, suma cum laude and phi beta kappa. Why?
I spent a fair amount of time at the end of the summer puttering around New England in my Nisaan and visiting old high school buddies at their colleges.
Sam Bonderoff '97 wrote a column yesterday in which he stated "But Dartmouth, thy sororities are also near to my heart -- Kappa much missed how you call to me, call to me -- and most of all I love thy rush process that sets back feminism 20 years confirming every chauvinistic instinct men have ever had about the shallowness of women." Sets back feminism?
The latest polls have Bob Dole down by 18 points. So now he's decided to spend nearly all his time, resources, and money campaigning in California.
Oh Dartmouth, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways ... I love thee for thy early mornings of frigid gusts of wind blowing against my half-closed eyelids, while some form of disgusting precipitation soaks my face and the soggy breakfast sandwich I carry.
Columnist Joe Peters '99 confessed recently that he will most likely not vote Nov. 5 because the "stakes are low, the candidates uninspiring, and the issues stale" ["Why Vote?", The Dartmouth, Oct.
This past Monday I experienced my first collegiate case of oversleeping. Not that it hadn't happened before, but sleeping habits change in college.
There hasn't yet been a good, trashy column about dating at Dartmouth yet this fall. I have been fascinated with the subject ever since matriculation, and I have been counting the days until I could get my nickel's worth on the topic printed in The Dartmouth.