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The first week of a partnership is delicate. Our working relationship was almost shot when Maddie proposed running an entire article on Taylor Swift. Charlie disagreed so vehemently that for once in his life, he was incapable of emitting a single sound.
14 —The number of private colleges in New Hampshire
I have a lot of opinions but want to keep my name private. What should I do?
One evening in September 2010, Collis Common Ground was packed with people. Students and adults alike ambled about, scrutinizing the individual flags of various countries that served as centerpieces on the round tables scattered throughout the room.
In the fall 2008, under the strong urging of my middle school pals, I made a Facebook page. For seven years, it remained my only form of social media — my only window into the superfluities and quirks of good friends and mere acquaintances. Last week I stepped up my game. In a fit of uncharacteristic fury I signed away my soul to Twitter and Instagram to experience what it might be like to experience my self-worth dribble away to be replaced by likes, comments, shares and retweets.
Tell The Mirror a secret:
Here's what you said.
As children we are asked to share all the time. We’re asked to share toys with our friends, clothes with our younger siblings and tents with our fellow campfire scouts. As college students, however, we are rarely asked to share anything but a one-room double. We’ve got our own computers and our own sneakers — everything we need to be completely self-sufficient so that we don’t have to share with anyone unless we want to. This week I’m asking people to do just that, to share a little bit of themselves.
Thou shalt not commit tripcest. Thou shalt not commit floorcest. Thou shalt not commit Writing 5-cest.
I went to a really good high school. I know this because when I look up my high school on any of the websites that rank high schools and say which ones are the best, these websites all agree my high school is one of the best. Statistics and algorithms don’t lie. I know this because I don’t understand how statistics or algorithms work, and — as life has repeatedly impressed upon me — anything I don’t understand is probably smarter than me and also probably true.
You can run, you can hide, but you just can’t avoid the 2016 presidential election hype. Joining fellow senators Rand Paul (love that he works those curls just like yours truly) and Ted Cruz, Marco Rubio has entered the ring. In fact, Rubio is in New Hampshire today! Let’s go find him!
Mirror readers, Mirror readers, the end of your agony approaches!
Sharing is caring, right?Wrong. While there are definitely some things that are good to share, there are many things you should keep to yourself. For starters, you should never share needles. Other things you probably shouldn’t share include razor blades, clickers, bequests, mascara, drinks, passwords, toothbrushes and headphones.
10 — The number of schools who share books with Dartmouth via Borrow Direct.
Standing outside the Choate House, thesimple building with a white clapboard exte- rior, simple cement walkway and forest green shutters, looks little more remarkable than a prototypical suburban home. Students and faculty alike scurry past. They hardly glance at it.
Last year, staff photographer Eliza McDonough took a look at the library during finals period. She returned to the same subject this term but highlighted a different side of the space.
From what I’ve heard, I’ve developed a reputation during my time here for being a really kind, friendly and well-meaning individual. Trust me, I do try. In fact, it’s difficult for me not to. That’s because my earnest friendliness is a tool I use to conceal my actual deep-rooted feelings of anxiety. For much of my life I have been intrinsically stressed out — I’ve believed, quite irrationally, that I am being judged or ridiculed during normal, seemingly friendly interactions. I’ve felt self-conscious and embarrassed when there is really no need.
Back in 1754, Eleazar Wheelock, a minister and educator in Connecticut, decided to create a college for the ecclesiastical education of Native Americans and English youth. To do so, he needed to create a charter — an official document delineating the motives, organization and rights of the school, which required the approval of New Hampshire’s governor, John Wentworth.
It is my first time in Parkhurst Hall since matriculation, but I’m on a mission of diplomacy rather than a walk of shame. The porch’s twin Doric columns tower above me as I climb towards the door, recalling a venerable — if exaggerated — academic heritage of the classical past. The hefty oaken doors glide noiselessly shut as I tread through a cool atrium to the Provost’s office. After a short wait, Provost Carolyn Dever — the chief of academia at the College — strides across an oriental rug with a smile and leads me into her office.