Alice Unchained: Laterrr
By Alice Mathias | November 17, 2006Is that the Dawson's Creek theme song I hear echoing in the distance? Oh-ehm-gee, this must be my last column!
Is that the Dawson's Creek theme song I hear echoing in the distance? Oh-ehm-gee, this must be my last column!
It's that time of the term again! Our houses, teams and improv groups are all forcing us to suspend our inhibitions and search for a costar for our future "Fall Formal OMG!" Facebook photo albums. Formals are funny little events here at Dartmouth.
Once upon a time, I was "that girl." You know that girl who I'm referring to -- that girl who thought being girly was for girly-girls?
I have been told that there is only one way to get a relationship started here at Dartmouth, where dating is pretty much dead-zo. Say you really like some dude.
Wednesday's police blotter, complied by Dane Schlossberg '07, described several incidents of lawlessness that went down in Hanover this Homecoming.
Novack, Wednesday, 9:15 a.m.: Ladies and gentlemen, it has already been one of those weeks. I'm sure you understand.
My roommate calls me "The Squid." I don't mind the nickname because I think it makes me sound like some badass super-villain.
Take off those water-skis, people! Summer's out for school! The sun has set on 06X and a new term is rising as fall drops his knickers to take a colorful dump on our freedom.
DDS has been dished a lot of beef lately by our student bod. Among other things, people are unhappy about the 2006 Topside spending reforms, frustrated by the 2,006 people in the pasta line at Collis, and fearful of a surprise attack by Homeplate's vicious Chipwich Monster.
Once upon a time, there was an only-child named "Me." I was a happy little girl, content to hang out on my own, to play flip-bottle by myself and to boot on my rattle without being judged by any cradle-crampin' siblings.