At a school where Overheards are frequently identified by Greek affiliation, where a frat and sorority hierarchy is unfortunate but very real and where nearly every campus-wide controversy is related to the Greek system, the experience of being unaffiliated is hard to imagine for most.
Winter term means many things at Dartmouth. Interestingly, they all seem to start with start with the letter "S." Sickness.
Every term at Dartmouth starts out the same: DBA overflowing, low stress levels and my sweatpants still tucked away deep inside the dresser.
Thank you to whoever came up with the idea of formals for the formal-less: the unaffiliated and us hapless freshmen.
I do not have texting. Yes, this means that you have to actually call my phone in order to reach me.
10S is here. The Green is slowly turning green, we're reuniting with friends who have traveled all over the globe the past term, the Sun God has taken over Novack and prospie love is in the air.
Shortly after arriving at Dartmouth, sans the snow and the mud and the slush, I went through a period of deciding that I never wanted to leave Hanover.
After only about three weeks at Dartmouth I realized that because our lives are peppered with papers, midterms, finals and oh-so-restful weekends, naps are the currency of the realm.
When I first heard of Bored@Baker, about halfway through Fall term, I was appalled, enraged, scared, amused and entertained by the variety of posts.