Hometown Hanover
The first time I said I was "a '10" I was 15, hungover and at my dad's 25th reunion, at a session on "How to Get into Dartmouth," more precisely.
The first time I said I was "a '10" I was 15, hungover and at my dad's 25th reunion, at a session on "How to Get into Dartmouth," more precisely.
"She is a New Orleans girl and New Orleans girls never live anywhere else and even if they do, they always come back.
'10: That's why you write a thesis, so you can make shit up. '11 Guy: The results were wrong or something because of the, uh...placenta effect. '11Guy to '11 Girl: Let's go back to single sex education...(thinks)...actually I probably wouldn't have come here.
I'll be gone in two weeks. I'm not quite sure what's next for me, but I guess my Dartmouth career is a story of uncertainties.
Since it's the senior issue and everyone is writing a reflection on their college career, here's my own self-serving trip down memory lane: I wasn't real sad about the '08s graduating as a freshmen I was too caught up in the thought of spending a summer with my friends from home to really care.
Dear Cherie, You've only entered high school this year, so throughout my four years at Dartmouth, you've always been a bit too young for me to be 100 percent honest with you about College with a capital C.
Dear Miss Muffin Top, What are you doing after Graduation? Everyone F*ck you, who cares?
If I let this opportunity to make a pun about using this story for The MIRROR as an opportunity to REFLECT slip through my fingers I will never forgive myself.
I'm about to give my last few tours of this campus which means that there are precious few opportunities for someone to fulfill my dream and pull off the next Drinking-Time-level prank with my tour group as the unsuspecting audience (June 2nd, 11:15 a.m.
Every person has that one random summer job he or she is constantly trying to forget about. You know what I'm talking about that time when you gave Duck Tours alongside a group of elderly women, cleaned animal feces out of the cages of your city zoo or served as a branch manager for a local McDonald's (Yes Danny, I saw the pictures). In other words, you'd just rather not talk about it.
You are not special. You do not leave a big hole. They dig a hole and put you in it. Those words, spoken impossibly elegantly by Garrison Keillor ushered me into my senior year at Dartmouth.
We sat in the rocking chairs on the Casque and Gauntlet porch waiting for Amita Kulkarni '10. We heard her before we saw her.
So today I experienced a perfect succession of blitzes in my inbox. The first was from my mother, informing me that she wanted to send some of my columns TO MY GRANDMA and inquiring if this week's installment would be "appropriate" to include in the collection.
It has been over six months since Verizon released the Motorola Droid, and that makes it a senior citizen in technology terms (or maybe just a '10). That is probably why Verizon recently announced the new HTC Droid Incredible.
It's always scary to wake up after a formal and not remember how it went. It's natural to assume (pray?) that if you don't remember events that occurred the night before they must not count.
'12 Guy: I'm not trying to be belligerent, but I just am. '13 Girl: Let's turn walking to the River into a drinking game.
As senior Spring draws to an end and formal season begins, I find myself approaching my 13th and final Dartmouth formal unless you want to invite me to a 14th or 15th?! With so many formals, finding a proper date can be quite an adventure.
Thank you to whoever came up with the idea of formals for the formal-less: the unaffiliated and us hapless freshmen.
Spring formals are quickly approaching and that means there is one thing that every girl must find either online or in the depths of her closet: a formal dress.
Drunkest Girls Go to a Formal When asked to write about formals we both looked at each other with the same old Valentine's Day look and desperately searched around the room for gin and a bucket of fried cheese.