I was saddened by President Freedman's comment in the Tuesday issue of The Dartmouth that he withheld the announcement of our commencement speaker "so students would not protest for someone more famous." I was further dismayed to hear student reactions all day Tuesday.
Going home for break affords me the opportunity to catch up on TV viewing, something I rarely do while at school.
Walking across the Green this weekend, I was approached by what was certainly not a Dartmouth student, asking for money in support of a community service program.
I was sitting in Food Court the other day when a male friend of mine walked in and sat down across from me.
After three years in Hanover, my awed, appreciative, freshman-year impression of Dartmouth has since developed into the cynical perspective of one who envisions the campus only in the framework of hum-drum everyday life.
Many things are taken for granted at Dartmouth, not the least of which is trust among students and faculty.
Imagine working 20-50 hours per week without pay in addition to taking a normal Dartmouth course load while trying to maintain some semblance of a normal student life.
I was having a discussion with a fellow staff columnist at a party last weekend about American prudishness when it comes to nudity.
In light of the campus uproar over signs of racism and sexism on this campus (which do exist) I would like to respond to Miranda Johnson, '97's column calling all students to hang flyers on their doors, showing their disapproval of hatred and prejudice ["Why Aren't You Putting Those Flyers Up?", Feb.
Living in the former Soviet republic of Estonia, I was oftentimes the first American my acquaintances had met or spoken with for any length of time.