Inside This Issue
So, it is that time of the year again. The time to say goodbye, so long, adieu, ciao, ma’asaalama … More »
Friday, May 26, 2006
Convocation, Commencement … Confusion?
When you enter college, people (and by people, I mean your parents’ friends) ask you what your major is. When you choose a major, people ask you what you are going to do with it (unless your major is econ., which your parents’ friends seem to think ensures you a corner office and a 401K, despite the fact that economics, in all its assumptive ridiculousness, barely relates to any of the glorified corporate jobs offered at Recruiting). If you are a sophomore or a junior, you have some wiggle room: the social-science kids can throw out something about grad school, regular science kids dance around med school, and the English majors think “law school” while answering “teaching!” These answers suffice; parents and friends smile enthusiastically, shake your hand, and move on down the line to the next clueless undergrad. More »
You Ponder This Dartmouth
Dear Hannah and Anna, I’ve been putting off thinking about graduating all year. This morning, however, during my daily 6 a.m. meditation on the Green, it hit me. I’m leaving this place in three weeks. I haven’t sweat this much since I asked Sally Jones to the 6th grade dance, and I have developed a severe tic in my right hand every time I hear someone speak about the inevitable June 11th event-that-shall-not-be-named. How do I still enjoy my last few weeks here? Help. More »
Steph’s So Dartmouth
So I have been asked to write a Goodbye Column. Tricky thing is, goodbyes aren’t particularly funny. Not unless you walk into a door or something as you’re trying to leave, but unfortunately the pen and paper leaves little room for physical awkwardness and slapstick comedy (the former I have perfected to an art; the latter, too, but unintentionally). Anyway, as I am supposed to at least attempt to be funny, I am in a bit of a bind. So I have decided to test out other forms of goodbye to see if they are any more effective at expressing the bittersweet humor in my Big Green Heart. If you don’t like them, that’s fine, just go read “Overheard,” because for once it’s actually kind of funny. More »
Overheard
‘05 AD: “Ninety percent of Dartmouth lingo is stolen from me. Facetime, Facechug, etc.” ‘06 Girls: “Neel, shut up.” More »
Steal This Column
I hardly recognize the Dartmouth campus anymore. It has changed so much in the three years I’ve been here. The road connecting to frat row is gone. McLaughlin Cluster has sprouted up. The greasy old gym has been replaced by a futuristic fitness advancement center complete with ergonomically designed medicine balls (who knew a ball whose sole purpose is to be heavy could be improved upon). You can even watch cable television on your laptop at the library. I have no doubt that the ’10s are going to take all of these changes completely for granted. More »
OMG I Saw A Movie
Those crazy Catholics and their secrets, murder and self-flagellation. I went to a Catholic boarding school for four years and, let me tell you, this movie just brought back all of my favorite memories. I remember when those monks invaded and murdered one of the nuns. I remember when I proposed that perhaps there was a forgotten gospel and was promptly excommunicated from the school and shot through the palm (for irony’s sake, because, if anyone has a sense of humor, it’s the Catholic Church). More »
Haute Hufft
Oh my god, guys … OMG … four years, and … it’s almost over … [hyperventilate into a paper bag]. More »
THE LIST
Why is Dartmouth’s style evolution so mind-bogglingly slow? My theory: we’re all out looking for play and students, male and female, fear that if they wear something risky or fashion-forward they’ll scare off their love-interest. So we cling to safe style. That’s crap! Be gutsy! Here are three new directions that fashion is taking this spring/summer for women that you should be brave and try: More »
