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After further investigation, they discovered that Murdock’s body had been stolen and dragged across the snowy cemetery to the main road, where he was likely loaded into a cart and driven away. Less than a week later, two Dartmouth medical students were arrested for robbing Murdock’s grave.
I love routine. I have always loved routine. I have 12 color-coded Google calendars that I update nearly every day.
One night, Maddie and Maggie came home to find a new futon in their common room. What a wonderful surprise!
Judith: Richard, look at all these couples canoodling and fadoodling on the Green Quad Hang Out Grass. Reminds me of Woodstock when we found that other couple and we—
At Dartmouth, we’ve witnessed students taking Tupperware containers full of Greek Yogurt, numerous apples and several other quick snacks without paying for them. If you ask around, most students can tell you at least one crazy story about theft in the dining halls.
MASTERS SAM and DISASTERS SAM play pong together.
I looked forward to last weekend, as does most of the Dartmouth community, and for good reason — there is nothing else quite like the Homecoming weekend experience.
But after pulling two consecutive all-nighters cramming for a chemistry exam, intellect alone could not get Connie through an eight-page research paper. Bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived, Connie was thinking about calling it a night and turning in her first college essay a day late when a friend offered her some help in the form of a little orange pill.
A cursory glance around any area on campus — Baker Lobby, Collis’s pasta line, the Green -— will reveal an idyllic, picturesque scene. Smiling, chatty students eagerly discuss weekend plans and love life drama or offhandedly joke about how unprepared they are for an upcoming midterm, but deeper anxieties or troubles are rarely revealed. You may never know that the put-together, confident girl describing her busy social calendar over King Arthur Flour had trouble getting out of bed this morning.
After enough swings, a baseball bat becomes an extension of the clean-up hitter’s arm. Skates define the way a defenseman relates to winter. Jerseys become identities franchise players wear day and night. The game the athlete plays becomes a fundamental part of who he is, and in many cases, that’s a good thing.
Cesar Rufino ’18 said that he often tells people he feels like he is living two different lives — one at home in Chicago and one here at Dartmouth.
In the last few years, the eating disorder cases treated by Dartmouth’s health services have increased in severity, College nutritionist and sports dietitian Claudette Peck said.
There were 48 reports of rape at locations related to Dartmouth in 2015. With the amount of reports increasing according to the Clery Act data, the College has been improving resources to help survivors of such assaults.
What happens when a diagnosis does not provide clarity moving forward? For Junaid Yakubu ’16, learning that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder coupled with depression during his freshman winter only led to more questions.
Caitlin Barthelmes’ office space — tucked away on the third floor of Robinson Hall in the Student Wellness Center — can appear a little mysterious to the casual observer. Equipped with a massage chair, free health-related goodies and bowls of candy, Barthelmes and the staff at the Student Wellness Center are working to empower students through holistic and preventative wellness processes.
A look at the mental health landscape and campus climate at our Ancient Eight peers.
It’s come into vogue in the past year or so for national publications to cover issues related to mental health on college campuses. We’ve all seen stories about “excellent sheep,” “duck syndrome” and student suicide after student suicide. We set out to learn how these issues — and many others — present themselves here at Dartmouth, in our own home.
Dartmouth and I had a toxic relationship. From matriculation in 2008 to academic separation in 2015, it lasted for more than six years. I now realize that if I had drowned myself in the fall of 2014 as I had attempted, I would have been ultimately responsible for the decision — but Dartmouth, nonetheless, would have been the catalyst.
I struggled to write this week’s column because I refuse to validate the job hunt experience as the debilitating, life-sucking endeavor that so many college students claim it to be.
One Wheelock has a mainstream coffee shop vibe (but not like too mainstream, you know?). You might as well be sipping a soy non-fat vanilla cappuccino pumpkin spice latté in a non-Starbucks coffee shop in Seattle watching the rain.