Inside This Issue
By Nova Robinson
Published on Friday, January 20, 2006
I am kind of near an Ancient Greek Temple. You can't see it thought. Sorry. Che cazzo.
The Dartmouth bubble; I have a love hate relationship with it. It seems that when I am on campus, I can't wait to escape its suffocating powers. When I am off campus, however, I miss having my world revolve around trivial activities and gossip. Compared to news about famines, wars and political strife, the front page articles of The Dartmouth offer shelter from reality. A reality we all face when we leave the confines of the Upper Valley whether to fight AIDS in Botswana, to intern in Seattle or to go home, wherever that may be.
Dartmouth students get around. I know someone on every continent right now (not so much Antarctica ... people just choose to stay in Hanover since our average winter temperatures are ten degrees warmer).
Wait. Does one really leave the bubble while on an LSA/FSP? Isn't more like transplanting Dartmouth into the bush of South Africa or Campo de' Fiori in Rome? Regardless of location, Dartmouth students do some amazing things while at the College independently or not. I'm totally intimidated by the girl in my geography class who worked to revolutionize healthcare in India. That '06 who spearheaded relief efforts in Biloxi, Mississippi awes me too. I try not to let my awe and amazement of my fellow students keep me confined to the bubble. I'm working on that.
Things I missed while fighting off aggressive Italian males last term:
1."Jack and Diane" playing on the Collis radio station. Nothing gets me going in the morning like Collis Baked Goods and John Mellencamp.
2.Those huge Novack Chocolate Chip Cookies.
3.Rain in January.
I lied about the last one.