Quiz: Which Water Shoes Are You?
(03/30/16 10:03am)
With 16S up and on its way, there's no time like the present to see which shoes you should be rockin' when the mud comes out to play.
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With 16S up and on its way, there's no time like the present to see which shoes you should be rockin' when the mud comes out to play.
Unless you’ve come back from studying abroad in New Zealand (or, like me, returned from your off term genuinely thinking Foco had switched to disposable plates and utensils when you ate there Sunday…), you’re excited to be back on campus for what’s to be an awesome term.
Hello, dear Dartbeat readers! It’s your old pal Lauren, of “How to Lose a Formal Date in 10 Minutes” infamy.
How was your spring break? Maybe you spent the past two weeks vacationing in some tropical destination, Instagramming your #squadgoals and your fresh tan lines.
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.
Huzzah, winter term is finally drawing to a close! First you have to overcome the seventh circle of hell known as finals, but remember that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—spring break! Sure, winter in Hanover this year wasn’t as brutal as it’s been in the past, but then again, it wasn’t Florida.
I took this article in my quest to expose the capital “T” truth about Dartmouth. As an upperclassman, I feel an obligation to tell things as they are and not as the administration or wide-eyed ’19s see them.
The Stacks have hit max capacity, Novack is poppin’ and the KAF line officially wraps around the building.
'Twas the end of week nine and all through the halls, Every student was studying (in between bawls); All their textbooks were lugged to Blobby with care, In hopes that great grades soon would be theirs; The lucky ones, nestled all snug in their beds, Had visions of spring classes dance in their heads; New profs and new classmates, and needing to look, Online to buy all the required textbooks; And inside their brains there arose such a clatter; Just how will they pay for these books?
The phrase “walk of shame” usually refers to returning home in the harsh morning sun after having spent the night with another individual doing things neither your mother nor College President Phil Hanlon would approve of.
Margaret Jones ’19: No no no no no No no no no no no no No no no no no PJ Bigley ’17: Kill me kill me please Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill Kill me kill me please Joseph Regan ’19: Move on 1 too hard What the fuck is 2 asking Fuck me back to 1 Lucy Tantum ’19: Dinner at Novack But not the vending machine That will be next week Lauren Budd ’18: I hate rocks for jocks This is not a layup class Be warned, stay away Sam Forstner ’18: Week 9 is grim.
There is a curious room just to the right of the Baker library entrance (the one that opens onto Tuck Drive). If you haven’t yet been inclined to step inside, I encourage you to do so.
Week 9 is a time of mental fragility for many students. Though you probably won’t shave your head or commit arson this week (too soon?), you just might relate to some of these high-profile meltdowns.
It’s week nine and thatmeans a few things: first, longer hours in the library and at KAF; second, your New Year’s Resolution to go to the gym regularly is as dead as the Old School; third, your DBA is lower than your self-esteem while shoveling mac and cheese bites into your face hole; and last,if you’re affiliated, you’ve procrastinated doing your philanthropy hours and are at severe risk of having to pay the iron price (akahaving no evidence to support your claimthat being Greek isn’t just about having awelcoming, tightly-knit community of low-key drunks.) But imagine if “phil hours” didn'tjust mean tabling for a fundraiser or donatingblood.
Friends, if there’s one thing I’ve gained from my obscenely expensive college education, it’s a keen sense of rejection and failure.
You are studying in the tower room, running around Occom or cutting across the Green when you look over and see them – a glowing couple taking engagement photos.
It is the best of times worst of times. As week nine rolls around, I think we can all agree that things are grim at best.
Of all the bans to strike the Dartmouth campus this year, none have so profoundly affected student life as the recent hoverboard ban.
Speculation mounts as we at Dartbeat wonder: Who is the Streeter arsonist? Who broke the window at TDX?
Last week, during my daily monthly walk from my dorm to the gym, I stumbled across something peculiar: CARCAR.