One Bad Apple
By Marc Yasuda | April 14, 1997I'm running in Central Park, with only Tom Petty's just another "Face In The Crowd" (read: how I felt in New York City) for company.
I'm running in Central Park, with only Tom Petty's just another "Face In The Crowd" (read: how I felt in New York City) for company.
I suppose it is possible one could go through Dartmouth College and spend four years camped out in the stacks only in pursuit of recognition and a cum laude sticker on their diploma.
As we now approach that all too familiar pre-finals, running-to-Kiewit, overflowing-anxiety-filled last week of the term, a little dose of reflection and dissection of our Sophomore Summer and beyond seems to be a natural last step.
One of the springtime rites of passage of every Dartmouth sophomore is picking a major. In spite of the mercurial nature of our recent selections, a major question has since festered in my mind: What says more about a person -- their major, or the reasons they choose that major? In order to alleviate your "anticipating columnist cliche" pains, I will get my hackneyed but applicable dose of cliches out of the way early and rephrase my question at the same time: Do your means justify your ends, or do your ends justify your means (perhaps more idealistically, can your ends ever truly justify your means?). An overdue explanation will now follow. As far as my sophomore eyes see it, the major scenario plays out to three general schools of thought. First, there is the anal-retentive career-oriented bunch who choose their major for the sole purpose of inflating their grade point average (the most over-heard, over-emphasized words on any Ivy League campus) to the brink of its 4.0 boundary. Second, there are the premeditated pre-professionals whose tunnel-visioned folks have scoped out the most accommodating job market.
Last fall, feeling somewhat disenchanted about this thriving New Hampshire college, a friend of mine decided to head for an exchange term at University of California at San Diego.