I wrote this at 3 a.m.
The distillation of human experience into easily identifiable and quantifiable rates and modes of change is a crackpot fantasy perfect self-knowledge is a dream whose attainability is more impossible than immortality itself.
The distillation of human experience into easily identifiable and quantifiable rates and modes of change is a crackpot fantasy perfect self-knowledge is a dream whose attainability is more impossible than immortality itself.
'14 Guy: I just now got out of bed. I slept with a garbage can next to me. I took 11 shots.'12 Guy: Wow, that's more than Dartmouth's acceptance rate. Ex-Fraternity President: I should've gone Phi Delt. '12 BG: This is the ill oxymoron right here Cheeze-Its in my cardigan. '12 Girl: Who's your favorite singer?'12's Dad: Definitely Bruce Springsteen or Ludacris. '11 Sig Ep: I dropped my 2a today because I didn't want to be hung over in it. '14 Guy on Spring Break: Sometimes when I'm drunk, I look in the mirror and I'm surprised to find I'm Asian. '11 Guy: I defriended my pastor, but I'm still friends with my mom.
This week, our editors posed the question, "How does Dartmouth change you?" The answer occurred to me with such force and clarity that I can only liken the experience to that of Mormons who attest to receiving heavenly testimony from God.**## "Zoe," said a mystical voice.
There's no need to editorialize Jamie's room the dozens of magazine covers spread out like a newsstand thesaurus across his suite wall give it plenty of context.
My mom was really happy to see me pack up all my bequests. Which is understandable. For the past two years, I've come home in June with a trash bag full of what appears to her (and the rest of the world) to be the most ugly and disgusting clothing imaginable.
So, you guys These are the only three words I've managed to type in the past two hours. And they're not even politically correct.
When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a sniper. Not just any sniper I aspired to be the next Simo Hayha.
When we applied to Dartmouth, did we agree to become the type of people who automatically places others in neatly-labeled-boxes?
Chances are you've faced at least a few of these choices.
The Dartmouth Breakfast Club. There are few things more pivotal in our adolescent development than finding an anthem we can really rally behind.
Justin Cozad / The Dartmouth Staff We're concerned: Dartmouth has changed us for the worse.
Life has changed. Things are often weird and vague, and when you're high people make you watch "Red Planet." We are post-Gaga living in a material world, both jobless and trying to join the actual world.
Our generation has grown accustomed to 21st century facilities, and College administrators constantly strive to keep our campus as up-to-date as possible.
Here's my question: What's the deal with Jerry Seinfeld's most irritatingly entrenched legacy being this stupid "What's the deal with " catchphrase?
So what's the deal with Novack? Why are the lines so long? Why is everyone who works there so good-looking?
'14 Girl: TEDx? Did they spell Theta Delt wrong? '11 Girl: I just bought a little thing of Ben and Jerry's.
If you're a Dartmouth student, you don't drink beer. You drink Keystone. And it's always smooth, even when we're not.
I just retired as a social chair. Self-call, I know. Despite the enormous chafery that is the job of social chair, the duties of the position allowed me to be one of the few students on campus to regularly enjoy the company of Jack Stinson.
When I walked into my house for the first time after spending a week in Costa Rica, my mother was beaming at me.
Spring term at Dartmouth doesn't just mean melting snow and facetime on the Green it means prospies.