The Fog
By Patrick Chen | May 24, 2012Honestly, I've been staring at my screen for a long time, unable to write anything. I suppose my writing paralysis comes from the fact that everything I began to write sounded like an obituary.
Honestly, I've been staring at my screen for a long time, unable to write anything. I suppose my writing paralysis comes from the fact that everything I began to write sounded like an obituary.
What you wear certainly says a lot about you. The clothes we wear are not just for functionality, but also for performance.
Editor's Note: Through the Looking Glass is The Mirror's newest feature. We welcome submissions from all members of the community both past and present who wish to write about defining experiences, moments or relationships during their time at Dartmouth.
Courtesy of jazzinphoto.com Tonight, world-renowned conga player Poncho Sanchez dubbed the "symbol of Latin jazz" by the Los Angeles Times and his eight-piece Latin jazz ensemble will grace the Spaulding Auditorium stage to pay tribute to the origins of the Latin jazz genre.
In the slew of recent popular and viral Tumblrs comes an unlikely sensation,"Texts from Hillary," a collection of memes based on photos of power-suited Hillary Clinton texting on her cell phone.
My driving test is something that still haunts me. I hit the car behind me during the parallel parking section.
Over spring break, I turned 22. It was when I was blowing out the candles on my cake that I felt an odd sense of anxiety and nostalgia.
The rarity of steel structures in New Hampshire's wilderness is offset by the new Barrows Rotunda exhibit at the Hopkins Center, which is now filled with a stunningly intricate metal structure.
When you line up all the Ivy League school mottos, Dartmouth's doesn't quite fit in. Harvard's "Veritas," meaning truth, and Yale's "Lux et veritas," meaning light and truth, exude a certain collegiate sophistication.
It's hard to use sinks when they're clogged. I have personal experience in this field, having walked into my bathroom only to find one sink filled with a pungent and chunky orange vomit, and the other with what (I think) were 10 soggy granola bars. I have seen four years of this, so naturally my gag reflex has long died.