Pound for Pound
Dartmouth College rarely encourages me to make decisions based on my happiness. Watching reruns of “American Gladiators” may produce more serotonin than my x-hour, but I am yet to successfully use that as an excuse for missing class. And when I tried to tell Parkhurst that my fourth hour of Tetris was vastly more appealing than filing my D-plan, I was met with the same cold-shouldered disapproval. It seems nearly uniform that Dartmouth does not consider my happiness to be the most important factor in my life, and that’s why last week’s No Diet Day has left me so confused. More »