Evan Muscatel ’21 and Garrett Muscatel ’20 Do you two spend time together on campus? GM: Yeah, I’ll hang out with him at [Beta Alpha Omega fraternity] sometimes, we played IM sports, we play video games sometimes.
June 9, 2018 2:02am
As they prepare to graduate from Dartmouth, seniors might feel the need to make a lasting impact on the college where they’ve spent four years of their lives.
June 9, 2018 2:09am
When I was looking at colleges, I asked current students a lot of questions. Their responses were plentiful, varied and usually helpful.
June 9, 2018 1:36am
During an especially introspective stretch of time, my 15-year-old self jotted down several quotes that fell within the boundaries of what I perceived to be profound.
June 9, 2018 1:39am
I remember the first time Dartmouth felt like home. I remember the day — Jan. 3, 2015. I remember my outfit — a recently-bought wool sweater littered with pretzel crumbs.
June 9, 2018 1:39am
College is weird. Part extended summer camp, part boarding school for semi-grownups, part elitist neoliberal institution, part academia machine, college means different things to different people, but no one really knows what it’s going to be like until they’re there.
June 9, 2018 1:37am
A writer for The Dartmouth once joked that staffers only know two things about me: that I’m from Hawaiʻi and that I have consistently arrived late to campus each term.
June 2, 2018 3:14pm
When I walked away from my parents on Robinson Hall’s lawn for Dartmouth Outing Club First-Year Trips, laden with a heavy backpack leftover from my father’s Eagle Scout days and several items of mild contraband, I knew that I wouldn’t be talking for a while.
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May 29, 2018 9:38pm
The last word. When everything is said and done, what is left? You spent four years here. Twelve terms.
May 29, 2018 10:03pm
Last week, when I learned that Philip Roth had died, I searched my Notes app for the line from “American Pastoral” that I’d copied down last spring: “And since we don’t just forget things because they don’t matter but also forget things because they matter too much ... each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprint...” I was sitting on the grass outside of the River apartments on one of those first warm days of spring when being anywhere except in the sun felt like a sin, and I remember reading that line and thinking that it put into words something that I’d always known without knowing.
May 29, 2018 9:21pm
I ask a lot of questions. My friends frequently joke that I “grill” them with all that I’m wondering about.
