Point: Blind Dates Are the Only Way to Make it Out of Formal Season Alive
Notice the ties and heels running through campus at around 4 p.m. lately? How about the school buses departing around 5:30 p.m.
Notice the ties and heels running through campus at around 4 p.m. lately? How about the school buses departing around 5:30 p.m.
By Amy Davis I am against blind dates for formals. Now, I know what you're thinking: Why not take the risk?
Grey Cusack / The Dartmouth Staff Ian Tapu '08 was selected to lead his class at Commencement as one of eight 2008 class marshals.
'11 Boy [at the Hop]: I want to get Schroedinger's Equation tattooed on my back. '11 Friend: For what?
The days are growing longer, and the trees are growing fuller. Fenced lawns covered with that blue, chunky hydro-seed gunk are gradually welcoming grass.
Yes, video killed the radio star, but the Internet killed copyright infringement laws and artist royalties. Back in the day, radio was the medium where new artists were discovered and bands made it big.
I know it's early to start thinking about this, but since it's May and the seniors are on the last leg of their Divas Live 2004-esque farewell tour, I have started to feel like an old man.
If love is a battlefield, then there is no better war zone than our beloved Green Key. This past Sunday, the warpath could be seen across campus, in trails of broken glass, crumpled beer cans and condom wrappers.
Well friends, I'm not very good with the whole "later, 'tater" talk. I get all up in the mushiness like the sappy heroine of a Danielle Steele novel (the non-sexy sections). Or I brace myself against all emotion, devolving into awkward morning-after Blitz lingo: "So, um, that was fun.
About two weeks ago, the telltale signs started pouring in from my friends at other schools: Facebook status updates, phone calls, e-mails, all conveying the same message.
So there I was, at a complete loss as to what to write about for my last Mirror column ever. I could have made it emotional and nostalgic, but that would be useless.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Jennifer Garfinkel When our editor told us that the last Mirror spread of the year would be dedicated to the ruminations of our graduating contributors, she also told us that she wanted to avoid us all being overly sentimental.
Goodbyes are always hard, something I was reminded of when some this week's writers, namely the seniors on The Mirror staff, kept Blitzing me with their writer's block woes.
Courtesy of Ian McKay A nationally ranked runner in fifth grade, a competitive skier in high school, a construction worker in Antarctica: Ian McKay '11 is as extreme as the locations he's visited.
Think back, Dartmouth, to a time not at all long ago when the indie-rock-electro-pop-jungle-surf duo MGMT was supposed to play a concert in Fuel -- three weeks ago tomorrow, Saturday April 12. "Three weeks!? That's crazy," you might cry out.
Who knew that Crayola blue denim could be so raunchy? "Kristin in Slim Slacks" is putting on quite a show for a disheveled photographer who takes pictures of her highly sexualized body.
Given my general inability to string together sentences and form coherent articles, as well as my questionable mastery of proper syntax, I decided it would be best not to tax myself this week by trying to write a whole article.
Hayley Kennedy / The Dartmouth Staff Some people might be nervous about going to college their first year.
"DOC trips are like, totally the most fun EVER!!" This is all that I had ever heard about these wilderness initiation rituals that are unique to our college on the hill.
It is often said that a first impression is one of the most important factors in the formation of opinions about a person or a thing.