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Not My Dartmouth

By Laura Mannix | April 17, 1997

You know, I've heard that Dartmouth is like the date rape capital of the world." So said Karen as we walked down the hall of our all-girls high school in April of 1993. "And where did you hear that?" I asked defensively. I had a reason to be defensive; in the four days since I'd been accepted to Dartmouth, I'd already heard that there were no women here, that the Greek system was so big and all-powerful that if you were not a member of a sorority or a fraternity you had better resign yourself to having no friends and that there were no Catholics here.

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Diagnosis: Senioritis

By Laura Mannix | March 27, 1997

So there I sat in the doctor's examining room, wearing only that garment known by those in the medical profession as a "johnny" and by the rest of us as an "embarrassment." I'd been waiting in this Mass.

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Opinion

A Love Story

By Laura Mannix | January 9, 1997

They got married in June of 1942, right in the middle of World War II. He was an officer in the army, tall and dark-haired, and she was a petite young secretary in Boston who had never planned on getting married and having children.

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The Cutest Candidate Wins

By Laura Mannix | November 4, 1996

You gotta feel bad for Bob Dole. I mean, if I were a disabled war hero, an extremely influential member of Congress since the dawn of time and a morally upright hardworking American, I would be extremely annoyed at running a distant second to a smooth-talking, draft-dodging, skirt-chasing, scandal-ridden country boy like Bill Clinton.

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Opinion

Trips to the Ladies' Room

By Laura Mannix | October 24, 1996

"Planning your escape?" asked Mikey. We were in a dark club in Cambridge, and I had been standing in one place, eyes fixed on the door, for 15 minutes. "Huh?

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A Bastion of Civility

By Laura Mannix | October 18, 1996

Freshman fall, I could find nothing wrong with Dartmouth. The "College on the Hill" was my own private Utopia -- I had fallen in love with the picturesque autumn scenery, the students who seemed so good at balancing work and fun, and the professors who inspired me. Life was good, so I shoved all criticisms to the back of my mind.

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Opinion

Major Headaches

By Laura Mannix | October 3, 1996

So," said my Harvard-educated dentist, coming into the small sterile room and walking over to the chair where I sat. "Where do you go to school, Miss Mannix?" "Dartmouth College." "Really!?" he said, sounding shocked.

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