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Wednesday, October 21, 1998
Dick's House: Busted!Funding a drug habit is also extremely expensive, especially for the average student. But thanks to the generous Dartmouth Group Health Plan and the friendly people at Dick's House, obtaining drugs is not too much of a problem for those of us here in Hanover. My Incurable Obsession: Ivy FootballI am entirely possessed by the notion that Ivy League football is important, an affliction no doubt contracted in early childhood. Of course I did do my undergraduate work at Dartmouth and Columbia. and then spent my entire career as a college professor at Columbia and Dartmouth. Small world. Tonite We're Going to Party Like It's 1985To speak of a 'cocaine scene' at Dartmouth is accurate in some ways, and misleading in others. There is a fairly substantial group of people (estimates I gathered from users ranged from 50 to 150) who use the drug with some degree of regularity, more than once a month. Programming In KScott Krueger's death followed a series of drinking incidents at MIT, the most notorious of which was the three-story fall down an elevator shaft by the President of Lambda Chi Alpha, a popular national house. These events had already, before Krueger's death, turned the faculty and administration squarely against the fraternity system. The Lama Comes to HanoverLama: Absolutely. How you carry yourself in your life, what kind of dignity you have, what kind of confidence you bring in your life... what kind of, you know, compassion... you generate from your being... is the key... for world peace... and happiness. Ritalin a Go-GoAlong came Ritalin, the wonder drug that worked wonders, and everything became surprisingly interesting from an Algebra II exam to a single family house in Valley Stream, Long Island. |
Addiction at DartmouthMy freshman year, I was cited by Safety and Security for public intoxication. Dartmouth College, venerable institution that it is, has procedures for these sorts of things, so after a brief hearing with a dean at which I expressed heartfelt shame and remorse I was shuttled off to Dick's House, Dartmouth's amorphous clearing house for virtually all nonacademic problems, from ingrown toenail to terminal depression.
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