You know, I've heard that Dartmouth is like the date rape capital of the world." So said Karen as we walked down the hall of our all-girls high school in April of 1993. "And where did you hear that?" I asked defensively. I had a reason to be defensive; in the four days since I'd been accepted to Dartmouth, I'd already heard that there were no women here, that the Greek system was so big and all-powerful that if you were not a member of a sorority or a fraternity you had better resign yourself to having no friends and that there were no Catholics here.