Defending Lolita
By William Young | October 25, 2002As a male and avid tennis fan proud of my Anna Kournikova wallpaper, I feel compelled to respond to the Oct.
As a male and avid tennis fan proud of my Anna Kournikova wallpaper, I feel compelled to respond to the Oct.
The best athletes from all over the world converge for a glorified fortnight of heart-suspending, harmonious and friendly international competition.
As a prospective student, I was initially completely drawn by Dartmouth's D-Plan. It seemed to be a unique, hassle-free plan that frees us to space out our college years in any manner we wish.
This past weekend, 36 of our campus's leaders, representing a diverse array of organizations, descended upon Pierce's Inn in Etna, New Hampshire, for the fourth annual Dartmouth Leadership Conference.
On the morning of September 9, 1999, I woke up at 3 a.m. after incessant poking on the part of my parents, stumbled blindly into the back seat of our rented van and forced my uncooperative eyelids to stay open so I could get just one last glimpse of my house. As the van backed out of the driveway where I spent hundreds of hours unsuccessfully honing my basketball skills, I could not help but thinking about all the things I was leaving behind: mom's delicious meals, my ancient 1988 Toyota Camry (hey, it got me from point A to point B), my private room, my dear PC computer (and the world of PCs), my friends (actually, they all left me gradually earlier in the month) and most importantly the sense of familiarity that I felt within my town.
This is the true story true story of a thousand people picked to live together at a college to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start being real." Does this introduction sound ghastly familiar to you?