Overcoming Body Image Problems
By Suzanne Leonard | May 12, 1995Ifirst noticed her on Monday, a woman in my step aerobics class who was exercising like there was no tomorrow.
Ifirst noticed her on Monday, a woman in my step aerobics class who was exercising like there was no tomorrow.
Afew weeks ago, I decided that I needed some sort of change. I was feeling stifled, stagnated and perhaps even stymied.
Thestory had all the makings of a juicy spy novel -- espionage, modern technology, national security and the impending visit of the President of the United States.
As we "Women of the Ivy League" are well aware, in one month Playboy Magazine and its team of photographers will make its descent onto our campus.
Ever since I realized that this is my last full week at Dartmouth for the next seven months, I've had this weird sort of knotted feeling in my stomach.
Taking a break from my studies this past Sunday night, I attended a discussion sponsored by SAGE (Sexual Awareness Through Greek Education). I had joined the group earlier this summer with some hesitation.
In the spirit of keeping up with current events, I recently found myself working my way through the pile of Newsweeks that have slowly been accumulating in my room.
Like a number of other Dartmouth students, I spent Sophomore Family Weekend without my parents. My story is not tragic &emdash; my parents had been here a week earlier to collect my brother from tennis camp and we'd decided there was no reason for them to make the five hour trip again.
The whole thing started because I felt sort of guilty. Guilty because I had not done a special tour yet this summer when I knew that as a tour guide I should have volunteered long ago --we are expected to do special tours periodically in addition to our weekly ones. So when I got a blitz asking if I would conduct a special tour on Friday July 22 for a group from Connecticut, I eagerly signed up. They were called "The Dreamers", and the name was written all in capitals in the BlitzMail message.
Senior will toast their alma mater, then smash clay cups