For all those physicians out there yearning to coin a new psychological disorder, do not come to Hanover, for I have already discovered "Dartmouth syndrome." This disorder, an epidemic sweeping throughout Dartmouth undergraduate community, strikes during the most bleak winter months.
Since 1962, Dartmouth has ascribed to the "Academic Honor Principle." This code essentially states all students will be held accountable for their own work and academic activities.
Ever since I've heard of Dartmouth College, I have noticed the people in Parkhurst and those affiliated with this superb institution pride themselves on the fact that their school is "the College on the Hill." We distinguish ourselves in a very impressive manner.
Only two years ago, the possibility of a democratically-elected Palestinian leader seemed not just untenable but downright risible.
All too often we forget the sacrifices that people make to ensure a brighter future for us. We lose touch with the most important issues of our lives while harping on the most trivial.
I can usually tell how much fun a weekend was by the quantity of dried vomit on the bathroom floor.
Within a few months, America will have lost the "War on Terror." There will be no Waterloo, no skirmish, no shot fired.
We can all breathe a sigh of relief after the end of those infamous few days of room draw. The majority of Dartmouth students have successfully interpreted dormitory blueprints, negotiated with overzealous ORL employees and jockeyed for prime Dartmouth real estate.
Those horrifying photos of American soldiers humiliating Iraqi prisoners in Saddam's former jail of Abu Ghraib is the visual culmination of how much the world -- and especially the Arab world -- views our presence in the region.
Just days prior to this winter's finals period, Dartmouth students started receiving mysterious e-mails soliciting virtual friendship from fellow students.