Linda Romano


The Last Word

How to treat the dreaded last column?? It's getting to be my "last" everything and I'm running out of ideas.

A Lazy Person's Dream

It's my last Green Key and since it's my favorite Dartmouthism, I'm feeling kind of nostalgic. Actually, that's not the right word.

Controversy or Discourse?

On Monday, April 23rd, Theresa M. Pope wrote in The Dartmouth, "Based on what has transpired on your campus, I no longer view Dartmouth as a reputable institution." I thought I was going to stay out of this latest campus crisis -- really had no interest in hashing this one out; why bother?

On Public Discourse

I wish that everything that happened in a term in Dartmouth couldn't be so tersely summed up in a nice 5,000 word ditty, like the one that appeared in yesterday's D.

Have I Learned Anything?

My application for graduation is due in a few days. Actually, I think it was due yesterday, but I'm not too worried about that.

The Knowledge of Grief

I have spent the past six months studying grief and bereavement. I have read articles, books, gone to workshops, interviewed people, and the only thing I can say with assurance is that there are no answers. I almost cringed as I wrote that last catch phrase, because it seemed so condescendingly trite, so ridiculously unhelpful.

Snow and the City

Right before I left home to come back to Dartmouth for winter term, it snowed in the city (New York City, that is, for all of you who have deluded yourselves into thinking that "the city" means anything else). And it's a good thing it snowed, because for the five days prior to the event (which, for the rest of this vignette, shall be known by its formal name THE STORM OF THE CENTURY), the news was chock-full of snow-related news and commentary. I am almost 100 percent sure that all sorts of interesting and important things happened all around the world in the week following Christmas, but I wouldn't know about any of them.

Typical America

Recently in Washington, President Clinton celebrated the 200th anniversary of the White House. Complete with the type of fanfare that only fife music is appropriate for, Clinton evoked the memories of John Adams and Franklin Roosevelt; it was a day, he conveyed, to appreciate this nation's rich history. It was a typically American way to commemorate an event, because our country likes history that is pretty.

Nobody Loves Me, I'll Just Eat Mud

I just can't get the hang of this Homecoming thing. I understand that it's definitely the biggest Dartmouth weekend; the other two just don't measure up to the fall classic.

Recruiting Season

It's almost that merry season in Hanover again. No, I don't mean the season when fat men dress up in red suits.

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