Point: Gin
Okay, so the gym may be the best place on campus to snag facetime, and we do have an aggressively large number of varsity athletes per capita.
Okay, so the gym may be the best place on campus to snag facetime, and we do have an aggressively large number of varsity athletes per capita.
As serious training for Masters starts up and summer social schedules kick into high gear, it feels as if the number of thinly veiled self-calls has multiplied overnight.
Dartmouth's social scene is one of a kind: pong, flair and blitz are unheard of outside our bubble, and the exclusivity of our social traditions often borders on vanity. To friends back home, a lot of our social conventions seem foreign.
This week, the DM Manual of Style explores the arrogance of fashion fads at Dartmouth. As far as status symbols go, Greek and sports team gear are top currency at the College.
Aryeh Drager / The Dartmouth Aryeh Drager / The Dartmouth Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Dartmouth students, of course.
Let it be known: someone has dared to scrutinize the cornerstone of Dartmouth counterculture the self-call.
I think it's safe to say that we are all vain in some ways. In fact, it's natural for human beings to be vain to some extent.
With the FoCo Runway out of commission (R.I.P.) and the docks off-limits this summer, what's a '12 to do to get seen? Never fear: The Mirror's got you covered.
'12 AD: This house is full of crazy people. SD 1: They took our outdoor futon.SD 2: WAIT, what?! Where are we gonna fu-tan?! XH to Girl: Are you a gypsy? '12 Guy: I have boob envy.
My 10X goal: To single-handedly turn the label "tech geek" into a coveted social status. Let's be real: I want to make your new universal remote more exciting than Free Burrito Day at Bolocco. I am a geek, and I'm proud.
'10's Dad: Who's Lady Gaga? '11 Former Rugby Player: What's deodorant? Prof in 10A: I found a search on my son's computer for "Flinstone Porn." '13 Redhead: Did you know that all of the world's most ultra orthodox religions believe that the messiah will be a redhead?
You're not yet ready to face the real world? Well, you're in luck: it's sophomore Summer! While some students are slaving away at desk jobs, dying in their impersonal cubicles, you are preparing for a summer of shameless shenanigans. Contrary to popular belief, sophomore Summer was originally instated by the College in order to reward students for their hard work during the year by awarding a term of academic credit in the absence of real schoolwork.
You didn't think we would abandon you for your arguably drunkest term at Dartmouth, did you? Of course not.
Fashion is a tricky business. As Mark Twain once said, "The clothes make the man," and no one wants to be caught in something hideously outdated.
/ The Dartmouth Staff / The Dartmouth Staff The Mirror is back for 10X!
"Wait, so you're not going to be home this summer?" "No, I'm going to be at Dartmouth." "Summer school?
I have been penning this technology column for a long time since my freshman Fall in fact. There have been times when I have hated it for monopolizing my time and also times when I have loved it for the benefits it could get me.
Last weekend was pretty much the quintessential Dartmouth weekend. A cocaine scandal erupted in the pages of The D on Friday, with felony charges raining upon our friends, acquaintances.
It's been fun, seniors. I appreciate the example you set for me, as I viewed many of you as my role models or at least as a wake-up call to get my act together.
I distinctly remember that bare-throated feeling of seeing my brother Jack's empty room the day after he left for college, that sense of losing my protector, my built-in companion, the one who always forged all the new paths a year before I did and then came home from kindergarten and taught me how to spell "dog" and "fish" before all the other four year olds. I have a soft spot in my heart for the '10s because they're graduating with him, because again the thought of the seniors moving on to the so-called "real world" makes me feel vulnerable, like I've just been placed in an open field and the last line of defense has fallen. I don't want to get too sentimental here, but if I have to reminisce about graduation, these are the thoughts that come to mind.