When I first came here, I couldn't see myself writing columns for The D. What did I know? I was just a freshman with very little knowledge about Dartmouth, let alone the world at large.
When I think of Dartmouth, a number of things come to mind. Most memorable, however, are those moments that unite us all as a campus, those moments when we are brought together annually around our beloved bonfire, our snow sculpture and our Green ... Key.
They called the Gulf War the first war fought on TV, but they never dreamed that war would be fought through TV.
Debate rages on in the Holy Land and at home as we look for answers to the ongoing violence. We have all heard endless repetitions of one-sided views of recent history, all of which have failed to unite us or help us to see the bigger picture.
The clone wars are coming, and no, I don't mean to theaters this summer. After lying dormant for several months since the House of Representatives passed a bill that would prevent the use of cloning for both reproductive and therapeutic purposes, the cloning debate is about to heat up again as the Senate prepares to entertain its own version of the bill.
Over the past year or so, I have read with a mixture of frustration and delight a variety of responses to my columns ranging from adulation to hate mail and from highly respectable arguments to pointlessly belligerent and ad hominem rants.
My birthday is a week from today, but I can already say that 21st birthdays are overrated. In fact, all birthdays are overrated, especially the actual days when each of us came gushing out of his or her respective mother.
There was once a time when I could say proudly that my country was truly a land where the separation of church and state was the rule.
Diversity -- I've typed it three times already -- is a perennial academic buzzword if there ever was or will be one.
The best thing about being white at Dartmouth is that you don't have to think about it. Well, maybe that's changing.