I'm Having Some Issues...
Dear Erin, I'm, like, really freaking out about my first Spring term here at Dartmouth. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm super-pumped for fro-yo and Keystone again, but I'm feeling lost without my earflap hat and furry parka!
Dear Erin, I'm, like, really freaking out about my first Spring term here at Dartmouth. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm super-pumped for fro-yo and Keystone again, but I'm feeling lost without my earflap hat and furry parka!
Let me preface this article by clearly stating that I know absolutely nothing about style. Yes, I pick up a copy of Esquire, GQ and Highlights before every flight, but don't let that fool you.
What exactly is it about the blooming season that dusts off that old libido and causes all of our hormones to run buck wild? It seems that Mother Nature, after lounging on her snowy bum for the lazy winter months, has suddenly been reawakened as a crazed nymphomaniac.
Alex Rivadeneira / The Dartmouth Senior Staff As we brainstormed theme ideas for this week's Mirror, we felt that an issue surrounding fashion seemed long overdue.
Caitlin Kelly / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Welcome to 09S!
Girl 1 in Novack: Where did my Diet Coke go? Ugh, someone probably stole it. Oh well, whoever took it is going to get herpes from me. '10 Girl 1: So what happens when you're Catholic and get confirmed? '10 Girl 2: I think you get a new name. '10 Girl 1: It's just like convention! '12 Girl: Fun fact: My grandma bought me a vibrator for Christmas. '09 #1: You're taking Gov 10 AND Econ 10 next term?
Louis Buck 10 has latrines on his mind. As co-president of Dartmouth Humanitarian Engineering Leadership Projects, Louis spent his spring break scouting locations for HELPs upcoming water sanitation summer project in Tanzania.
Our location in the bustling metropolis of Hanover insulates us from most of the traditional daily threats to our personal safety (last time I checked, there was a higher incidence of moose attacks than of muggings), but the population here, composed of the overwhelmingly type-A student body, introduces some less obvious dangers that stem from rampant multitasking. At any given time, you could be tagged by an errant highlighter that flew from the sweaty grasp of a girl trying to do her reading on the elliptical, suffer third-degree burns from the strawberry split pea soup spilled by someone barging through the Collis mob while on her cell phone, or fail your class because you conducted 65-minute Blitz sessions for an entire term. Basically, no one here is able to do just one thing at a time. This insatiable need to do everything at once means that during Spring term, the Green is mobbed not only by people displaying their possession or lack of athletic talent, but also by the tanning studiers -- also known as those people who still mistakenly believe that it is possible to combine their outdoor relaxation with their chemistry book and be productive on the Green. This is blatantly impossible.
Not that my Winter term, Collis pasta ass will be sitting on the Green anytime soon thanks to this nasty bout of weather (which in all honesty is probably a blessing in disguise, because I can now hit the gym and kiss my muffin top goodbye), but as soon as the artificial grass sprayers appear, expect to see me there camped out with books, reading up a storm and soaking up some Vitamin D-fortified rays. Now I know some of you might be questioning my work ethic: "Oh sure, like you're gonna actually read, Frosty.
Editor's note: Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.
This week, I was given the assignment of writing something about some "Spring tech," so my column would seem more like an actual part of The Mirror instead of the token corner of testosterone it actually is.
Dear Carol, I can never seem to keep a boyfriend for longer than a few months. I'm pretty convinced that it's because there isn't enough mystery in my relationships to keep things exciting -- we always get too comfortable too quickly.
Attn: Members of the Class of 2009: A very timely song was released a month or so ago that will surely stand the test of time in the historic annals of white rappers in America.
I'm so ecstatic that the time has finally come for students to shelve their Ugg boots and slide into bold, platform-style wedges.
So, Spring term is upon us, and here at The Dartmouth, we couldn't think of a better way to start arguably the best term of the year off right than by having a Mirror issue dedicated to celebrating Spring term the right way.
'10 Girl: My dad is now sending me messages on twitter. I feel like my life has officially gone off the deep end. Girl 1: It was a love tap! Girl 2: I repeat, it's not a love tap if you're in your car. '12 Guy (walking out of Foco, looking at plasma TV): Oh!
Linda Li '11 and Ana Jackson '11 do not intend to save the world in 10 days. Instead, the co-leaders of the new Alternative Spring Break trip to Immokalee, Fla., want to connect with the often-exploited immigrant workers who pick fruit in the nation's top tomato-producing town.
I need to begin with a confession. The most productive part of my spring break is going to be my semi-annual visit to the dentist for a cleaning, so writing this article makes me a hypocrite.
There is absolutely no easy way to begin a column that will essentially say "I really think it's a bad idea to use your free time to help starving children.
Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.