I read the lead story of last Wednesday's issue of The Dartmouth with a glass of orange juice and a complaisant countenance: "Burnett: College derecognizes Beta," it read.
Last Spring, Stephen Schmidt'97 wrote a column titled, "A Voice for the Greek System" [May 17, 1996] in which he urged every member of the Class of 1999 to rush a Greek house, no matter what their personal opinions may be.
With so much of Dartmouth life to take advantage of, setting aside time to study can be a challenge for the students who call Hanover their second home.
Finals. At Dartmouth they seem to arrive in the blink of an eye, and they are over before we know it.
Life should be a Language Study Abroad. For three months I have had all the perks of living with a family while having none of the responsibilities that make all of us so ready to return to Dartmouth by the third week of our winter holiday. I have a mother here in Lyon, France.
At the end of winter term, I had my last official Undergraduate Advisor group meeting before I left for France.
Last Monday evening (Feb. 26), I attended the forum in Brace Commons about the Alpha Chi Alpha fraternity pledge banquet script.
So the "moral elite" on campus agrees again -- shit is offensive. Let me be the first to congratulate certain members of the Dartmouth community -- the ones who are willing to blindly condemn the group responsible for delivering manure to Alpha Chi Alpha's and Beta Theta Pi's respective doorsteps, the group purportedly responsible for the flyer, "The Shit You Don't Hear About," that appeared outside many students' doors Monday morning.
Just as governments are subject to the wishes of their citizens, and companies are subject to the whims of their stockholders, columnists must occasionally make themselves subject to pressures from their readership.
There is nothing quite like writing a newspaper column. The pressure to be profound on a weekly basis is tremendous.