Which Star Wars Character Are You?
It's Star Wars Day, so we here at Dartbeat decided to answer an age-old question: if you were in Star Wars, who would you be? Tell us a little about your life here at Dartmouth, and we'll give you an answer!
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It's Star Wars Day, so we here at Dartbeat decided to answer an age-old question: if you were in Star Wars, who would you be? Tell us a little about your life here at Dartmouth, and we'll give you an answer!
"It’s so funny how everyone’s totally comfortable telling people they have food poisoning, and everyone pretty much knows what they’re talking about, but no one can ever just say they have diarrhea." This observation came around week two of the term, when roughly two-thirds of our group had fallen at the hands (fins? hooves?) of meat purchased from open-air markets. (Europe, you invented refrigeration. Use it.) However, as the term went on, I found it became a particularly apt metaphor for my experience abroad as a whole. Stick with me.
"Lauren's mood swings are like a box of chocolates—a gift that you didn’t ask for that will sometimes reward you sweetly but will mostly disappoint you and leave a bad taste in your mouth," most of my friends and close family members said, probably.
Dear Diary: Wow, what a day! Today I went to the beach and frolicked in my cute new bikini and put my toes in the Mediterranean and made my awesome new friend take super adorable pictures of me the whole time! The sky was blue and the sand was warm and I was almost able to forget that I had spent the entire night prior sobbing uncontrollably, nauseous from the thought of going to class the next day and frantically texting my mother (because no one else would listen to me) using WiFi I had to pay for.
After a stressful and jam-packed winter term, most Dartmouth students look forward to relaxing and spending quality time with friends and family over spring break. But in practice, we spend two weeks doing the exact opposite. How can you relax when there are pictures to be posted and general #FOMO to be spread? Don’t you feel so much ~*WaNdErLuSt*~ looking at your Facebook friends’ 16SprangBreak photos? Unfortunately, not all of us can take fabulous vacations like Sevelyn Gat. So this spring break, I decided to take Dartbeat readers with me on my trip to the world’s most cliché beautiful travel destinations:
Week nine in New York was shaped largely by “Hamilton” (2015) – the Broadway musical that you’ve heard of by now if you haven’t been living under a rock that has also crushed you into a paste – and was a major highlight of my off-term thus far. “Hamilton” was every bit as good (if not soundly better) than its reputation suggested. Almost a week after my trip to the Richard Rodgers Theatre, I can still hear bits of the soundtrack echoing around my head, the music living on by its own initiative, without singer or orchestra.
Brown University: Two rugby players, Uzo Okoro and Kiki Morgan, were among 49 players named in a list of potential United States National Team members for 2016, The Brown Daily Herald reported. Okoro and Morgan will have a chance to compete with the national team during the Women’s Rugby World Cup in 2017, following a series of camps and international competitions this summer. This year, Brown’s women’s rugby team held a 5-2 record in the regular season, but fell to Dartmouth in the Ivy League Championship game.
When ordering takeout, it’s the protocol for the employee to ask the customer’s name for their order. The employee that picked up the phone for Ziggy's Pizza knew the rules, but when I told him my name, a surprising amount of confusion ensued:
Wandering into the Sinclairian jungle that is New York after a life in the rural reality of Yankee New England — a place where each house is still known by the names of families that moved away decades ago — can only be called a mammoth experience. This time in the city reminded me of a stanza in John Milton's “Paradise Lost” (1667):
On the morning of Super Bowl 50, knowing I would soon be feasting my eyes on and stuffing my face with everything that makes this country great, I made my way to White River Junction for something a little different. My destination: Tuckerbox Café, a Middle-Eastern restaurant/coffee shop hybrid.
Okay, so obviously there isn’t actually a new pope. That was a stupid joke combining my name with “hope.” This article has nothing to do with the Catholic Church, its leadership or any allegories written by Oxford dons lambasting its values and practices (Although did you hear they’re making a miniseries of the “His Dark Materials” trilogy? Isn’t that wildly exciting? No? Just me? Okay). So here’s what this post is actually about: Living in New York City—the City That Never Apples, The Big Sleep—has given me a different perspective on life at Dartmouth. Now that I am “beyond the bubble,” things up at school just don’t seem quite as, well, important.
I woke up a little late on Sunday. Okay, more than a little late. I woke up and it was lunchtime, the later end of lunchtime. But I woke up with a smile on my face because I knew I was about to order takeout from Big Fatty's BBQ. Ten minutes later I was on the phone, and I said something I thought I would never hear myself say: "I’d like a Fatty Daddy to go, please." Aside from my fear that someone overheard me asking for something called a Fatty Daddy, I knew it was going to be a good afternoon.
As TV’s Alison Brie once bitingly said, "Well, well, well, Harvey Keitel." Entering my second month in the city, I find that I’m missing Hanover more and more. My homesickness was massively exacerbated by the Geisel-authored snowball fight blitz (It’s hard to have a snowball fight when all the snow is entirely liquid, to use the Bristol stool chart’s terminology).
It was a slow day at Sunrise Buffet in Lebanon. How slow? Only one other table was occupied, and sitting there was a single employee cutting the ends off green beans. I didn't mind, though. The lack of patrons gave me free reign over the buffet. I felt like a king.
Enfield – A Springfield, N.H., man was driving southbound on Interstate 89 on Friday when he veered off the road, hitting a guardrail and rolling over several times. When police arrived at the scene of the crash, they could not find the driver and authorities suspected he had been ejected from his car or left the scene with someone else. Police later returned to the scene and tracked his footprints to a trail nearly a mile off the travel lane. About 10 hours after his vehicle had crashed, authorities found him lying on the ground, unconscious and suffering from hypothermia. He was taken to Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center and is reportedly in stable condition.
Maybe you heard this tossed out as a "fun" fact when you toured Dartmouth for the first time. Maybe you looked around at all the disgustingly happy couples on campus and figured it out for yourself. Maybe your parents, like mine, are living proof of this terrifying statistic: Roughly 10 percent of Dartmouth graduates go on to marry each other.
So I grew up in rural Vermont. Like, really rural. There were times (about monthly when it wasn’t winter) when our neighbors’ flock of sheep would stampede up our driveway, take over the front deck and not leave for hours. Once, another neighbor threatened to shoot our dog if he kept eating their chickens (We claimed he hadn’t, but he definitely did — sorry, Mr. Bartlett.)
LEBANON – A Lebanon patrolman pulled over a driver who allegedly crossed the yellow line, nearly hitting a police car on Dartmouth College Highway. The driver stopped the car and fled into the woods, where he was then found by a Lebanon K9 officer.
Well, we’re two weeks into the New Year and I guess the presidential election still hasn’t happened. Is it just me, or should that thing have already happened like twice by now? I swear Hillary’s been chilling in Cedar Rapids for a decade. I’ve been feeling a bern for so long I have half a mind to schedule an appointment with my health care provider. Trump is somehow still #relevant (luckily I don’t have to write a joke for that because it’s already tragically hilarious).
16W is finally here and with it the return of snow, sleet and cripplingly depressed LSA/FSP students. While your recently-abroad BFF transitions back to the Hanover winter, you’ll be busy braving the bitter chill of your quasi-cultured companion. For those of you interested in salvaging what is left of your friendship, here are six tips for dealing with your annoying BFF post-study abroad.