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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.
What does music mean to you? What role has music played in your life?
Three different types of cheese, staying in my PJs, binging on Netflix, babe.
Stressed for finals? Still haven’t achieved that hot spring break bod? DON’T FRET!!!! Come to Maddie and Maggie’s aerobics dance class!!!! 5:00 Judge Basement Study Room. IT’S FREE!
And what does that even mean? Being a “brother?” Is everyone pretending that you’re actually siblings? Like, did you all pop out of the same womb? And is the house the womb? Does that make your fraternity your mother? Who’s the father? Are you each other’s father?
Just like any performance art, freestyle — and more generally, rapping — requires a combination of innate talent and learned skill.
When you come to college you get a blank-slate. You come here shiny and new. You have a chance to completely reinvent yourself.
For spring break 2013 (no regrets!!), Maggie visited Maddie and her family in Texas.
SCENE: Reed 105. S--T TOGETHER SAM is neatly seated with a notebook and pencil. A KAF beverage steams in his eco-friendly, washable and reusable BPA-free mug.
What a week. Senior year is here, and boy is it here to stay.
Binky and his parents, Judith and Richard, stand on the front steps of their home. Binky wears a Dartmouth T-shirt and a frame pack. His parents fight back tears.
We all adjust and grow at different rates, but it’s undeniable that each student’s unique upbringing plays a significant role in how they adapt to his or her new environment. After all, for many of us, our parents were the ones who spent 18 years grooming us to be responsible, trustworthy adults. Not all parents are created equally, however, and some will play much more active roles in the lives of their children than others.
Before walking into The Mirror’s weekly story assignment meeting last week, the so-called “M.R.S. Degree” was a completely unfamiliar concept to me. The meaning wasn’t exactly hard to discern after an introduction to the idea from my editors and a few context clues, but even then I was confused — does such a thing still exist in our seemingly modern and progressive times?
I sat down with several first-generation students and, predictably, found that there was no universal answer to this question. Instead, I heard students’ remarkably distinct stories, with common threads woven throughout, detailing parents’ sacrifices, students’ motivation to achieve and the mutual desire in both parents and students to understand each other’s divergent experiences.
Personally, during the spring term of 2015, I felt like I was drowning most of the time. After having spent the two previous terms away from Hanover, I was eager to return to a campus that I considered my second home.
You told us your Accomplishments, Fears, Hopes and Regrets. Here they are.
SCENE: Collis porch. 9:39 a.m. The first day of classes. Sept. 10, 2012 and Sept. 16, 2015 simultaneously. PRESENT SAM sits reading the Valley News and eating a bomb-ass breakfast sandwich. PROTO SAM enters with a bottle of orange juice and cup of frozen fruit from the smoothie bar. It’s not what he intended to get. His backpack is unzipped.