When I was twelve, I went to the bathroom one morning to brush my teeth and found a book lying on the counter: "Ann Landers Talks to Teenagers About Sex." "Ahhhh, I thought.
Arriving back at Dartmouth after spending senior winter on the Kenya FSP, I soon realized just how much I'd missed.
Arriving back in Hanover after Thanksgiving, we'll once again be greeted by that gargantuan needled mass that mysteriously grows overnight from the Green's fertile soil, strands of lights and all.
Topside recently had a special on Frosted Cheerios. The new flavor has my roomate Amanda incensed.
Every ten years or so, Dartmouth students, running out of more important things to worry about, set out to find a new school mascot.
Some people had big goals for senior year: writing a thesis, landing a sweet job, finally picking a major.
I'm about to do the unthinkable. I'm about to write a pro-choice column ... against abortion. A few weeks ago, I went to see the pro-life documentary, "The Silent Scream." As I expected, I left the film horrified at the brutality it represented.
Think back to that late summer day just before you plunged into freshman fall, when you staggered into the Ravine Lodge at Moosilauke with leftover cucumbers rotting in your backpack and a week-old enviromug encrusted with oatmeal and cocoa.
At about the same time I was looking for a date for my high school sophomore formal, soldiers from the Guatemalan army came to the home of 15-year-old "Enrique" to forcibly recruit him into service.