It’s May, which means the thesis is making hundreds of seniors miserable across campus and is beginning to have its way with juniors, too. For overly ambitious underclassmen, researching topics and sucking up to advisors can never start too soon. More »
For most seniors, senior spring means kicking back and finally relaxing: catching up on lunch dates that have been put off for too long, soaking up the last weeks of Green facetime, and re-racking to run it back just one more time. But for those students who have elected to write theses, this happy image is just a figment of the imagination. This is for the seniors who we see walking dazedly to Novack, clogging the tables in the 1902 room or griping about their lack of a social life. We owe it to you – here’s a look at a few thesis writers of 2008. More »
If you’re writing a thesis on “Mesopheric Meteoric Dust” you probably went to space camp as a kid. If you’re a guy writing a thesis for the creative writing department, I’d guess you’re the brooding, sensitive type. Anything earth science-related probably signifies that you consider showering optional. Or does it? More »
By Dylan Hume I’d like to think that someone once said, “The glories of academia are reserved for those who study the atypical.” More »
By Jean Ellen Cowgill This past weekend, I ran away from my thesis. I ran all the way to Canada — Montreal, to be exact. I was free. Free from the thought of chapters or paragraphs. Free from red ink. Free from footnotes. As free as Morgan Freeman at the end of Shawshank, minus the boat. More »
Monday was rainy, gray and simply depressing after the heat wave we all loved to hate (but not really) during midterms. So as I sat at my computer, listening to the unrelenting deluge through my open window, the spontaneity that dictated my sunny-weather days of procrastination needed to be let loose once more. Desperately seeking something to do instead of reading, I looked just past my computer at my pencil cup. Peeking over the side was the handle to my scissors: I decided to cut my hair. More »
Socket protectors, foam-padded playgrounds and toys with rounded edges show the extent of society’s obsession with protecting children. In my younger days, I was jumping off tall metal playgrounds onto gravel and concrete, and playing with toys infants could easily choke on. Now, one of the top priorities in our society is protecting children from harm. More »
I’m about to tell you about the single most embarrassing, ridiculous thing that has ever come to Dartmouth. More than bbOne. Even more than The Remix. If you don’t know what LaundryView is, then stop reading this article and continue living a very happy, uncorrupted life. If you have already stumbled upon this atrocity, however, there is no turning back. More »
Sun’s out, guns out, as the saying goes, and with spring, shirtlessness abounds. With the temperatures rising and the sky clear blue, what’s so bad about a little bikini action on the Green? More »
As the temperature rises in good ol’ Hanover and the frozen tundra slowly gives way to small patches of green, Dartmouth students — newly liberated from North Face prisons — begin shedding layers quicker than Miley Cyrus on a Vanity Fair photo shoot. More »
Author of three senior theses, Rhodes Scholar and steady boyfriend of five years, Adam Levine ‘08 is someone who knows what it takes to make a pipe dream come true. More »
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