Applications to Dartmouth are up 11 percent this year! Crazily enough, I've decided to do a very small amount of research to investigate this statistic, primarily because I have to write about something or other, and sorority rush inspires me even less.
In Tuesday's issue, The Dartmouth featured another piece from one of our esteemed alumni -- that strange, arcane population that seems intent on achieving some sense of maintained relevancy ("Zero Tolerance on Drugs, Too," Jan.
Last weekend, my father visited me on one of his meandering journeys up to Dartmouth. These became an instant tradition a few years ago, when he realized that he could use the somewhat legitimate-sounding excuse of "visiting his son at college" to take a few days off, drink some wine and enjoy some good, old-fashioned quiet.
I have what might be some rather depressing news for Mr. Wenda Gu, if indeed he is the D reader I always suspected him to be: I have neither spoken to, nor heard of, or from a single person who enjoys your multi-million-dollar imposition into the middle of our library.