The DM Manual of Style
As the mercury continues its steady drop, the discerning Dartmouth fashion lover is forced to trade his or her impractical fripperies and fineries for the warmth of utilitarian winter gear.
As the mercury continues its steady drop, the discerning Dartmouth fashion lover is forced to trade his or her impractical fripperies and fineries for the warmth of utilitarian winter gear.
The words we choose make all the difference. For example, if one of the Novack employees milling about behind the counter finally turns to me and asks, "What can I get for you?" I merely say, "A large coffee with soymilk and a bottle of water and also a large cup of ice and this Vitamin Water, please." However, if a Novack employee chooses their words slightly differently, and asks me, "How can I help you?" I find myself requesting a dirty martini, straight-up with a twist of vicodin, and make that four olives -- this being breakfast, after all. You see, there is a vast disparity between what Novack "can do for me" and what would actually be "helpful." But this canyon between civility and depravity is easily bridged each day -- and just as easily breached -- by language. Consider sex.
It's week three, and we are still continuing to find so much in common. We are proud, yet slightly disappointed at the same time, to say we have never been Good Sammed or had a run-in with S&S or H-Po.
Aryeh Drager / The Dartmouth Staff After strapping on your head lamp, tying up your hiking boots and tightening your backpack in preparation for your freshman DOC trip, did you tearfully give your friends good bye hugs and kisses, or did you see your departure as an opportunity to ditch the ball and chain and move on to bigger and better things?
Editor's Note: As a Hanover area "townie," Graeme Calloway '12 resented Dartmouth students who crossed the street in front of his car.
'09 Guy: Of course I'm drinking. Do you really think that I'm going to be sober and stand around a gross, smelly basement watching people try to awkwardly worm their way into each others' pants? '12 Guy: I only boot in toilets because I have class. '09 Girl: Triple sec is horrid.
Your home friends: They're the ones who knew you before you thought doming was a sport. Blitz is alien to them, they think large fires surrounded by teeming hordes signify something akin to the occult and, for these special some-ones, pong means Beirut.
I admit it, I drank the Kool-Aid. I came to believe that all things Dartmouth were the best ever, and that all parts of my past life -- everything from lingo to pals -- were just that, part of the past.
Here's a short list of things I was warned not do in Mexico before leaving for the Spanish Language Study Abroad program: 1.Don't take taxis off the street -- to avoid being ripped off/being kidnapped. 2.Don't drink the water. 3.Don't eat food from street vendors, an extension of number two because of the water issue. List of those things that I've done since arriving: well, obviously, all of them. Before arriving in Mexico, my family and professor provided me with a phone number for a "safe" private taxi.
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.
If I had it my way, my closest friends from home and my closest friends from Dartmouth would somehow meet up at a Lionel Richie concert.
Dear Carol, I had heard that the "morning-after" blitz was pretty standard practice at Dartmouth, but so far I have yet to see this fable reach my inbox.
2008 was a huge year for sex -- and I'm talking Ron-Jeremy huge. This was the year gay marriage was championed as a federal issue, the year a Yale student induced numerous abortions in the name of art and the year the big-screen debut of the "Sex and the City" movie spurred a theatre-bound, mass migration of young teenagers salivating over the lifestyle of the cosmopolite cougar. 2008 was also the year that Match.com boasted record-high 16 million members spanning 37 countries, and generated an impressive $350 million in revenues.
Jen and I agree on many things, like how New Year's resolutions suck, The Mirror is the most-read section of The Dartmouth and the fact that our school is awesome.
'11 Girl: I usually use my tongue to open bottles.'11 Guy: Is that why your boyfriend is dating you?'11 Girl: Yeah.
Editor's Note: While we jeered at freshmen circling the bonfire, Alex Schindler '10 was sweating it in Cairo.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff New Year's Resolutions: everybody has them, most people enjoy breaking them.
New Year's is overrated. Don't get me wrong, I love any excuse for champagne, sequins and celebratory kisses, but New Year's remains far from my favorite holiday.
Writing an article in favor of New Year's resolutions seemed hypocritical to me, because after wracking my brain, I cannot think of a single resolution I have ever kept.
Editor's Note: This term, The Mirror will feature select staffers' thoughts on life abroad, everything from the day-to-day to how their experiences overseas affect their perspectives on life at home and at Dartmouth. I'm embarrassed to say this, but I arrived in Toulouse, France on the LSA+ expecting to be inundated with a different species of human -- the French -- that constantly smokes, drinks wine and feeds me baguettes for lunch.