Sophomore summer—so we’ve heard for the first two years of our Dartmouth careers—is the best term ever. It is the essence of Dartmouth: quality time spent with our class, a return to the outdoors life of DOC trips, pong tournaments and, of course, infamous stories that last far longer than anyone’s New Hampshire tan. More »
For Dartmouth students, the hype surrounding sophomore summer is unavoidable: the intersection of the X-curve, the renowned scholastic offerings of Organic Farming, Engines 3 and Astro 2 and the opportunity to run back summer camp sans supervision — all on a campus full of pong tables and no upperclassmen to take precedence. Even with legends of Tubestock fading into folklore, the allure of Summer term holds strong. More »
Ah, sophomore summer. Warm days, shirtless frisbee players on the Green, vaguely “summerish”-themed tails with the normal amount of alcohol and a quarter of the people … what more do you need? The more romantically minded would tell you that a steady boyfriend or girlfriend might complete the picture, but there is a major consideration they forget: Dartmouth is not designed for dating. What’s a group of about 1,000 (somewhat) nubile young co-eds marooned in the boonies for the summer to do? More »
Frequent late-night visitors to my Facebook profile were disappointed to learn last week that I am now listed as “In a relationship.” The move comes at a time when many Dartmouth “dating scene” “experts” claim that campus, at the fabled crux of the “X-Curve,” is supposed to explode with hook up potential. Yet, I have chosen to eschew this advice and take the opposite road: a sophomore summer relationship. More »
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