Freak of the Week: Please Break Up!
Dear Freak of the Week,
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Dear Freak of the Week,
What are you most excited about this term?
Happy Week 1 Mirror! It’s Aditi!
Nuna Agbodza ’28 in Toulouse, France
One writer in Mirror this week is writing about classes that you take just for fun, and that got me thinking. I’m an English major, so most of my classes are fun by default. Go me!
Dear Freak of the Week,
The snow in Hanover is starting to melt, dripping past my dorm window and forming huge, sludgy puddles on the Green. The changing weather is getting my hopes up for spring — this past Friday I didn’t even have to wear a coat! So, I thought that it was prime time to search out the best mocha in town, before the drink is officially out of season.
Notifications flash mid-lecture. Laptops line every classroom table. Even breaks between classes often dissolve into scrolling.
The commencement of winter term in Hanover means a few things: three months of hibernation, trudging through layers of snow in thick snow boots and donning a rotation of parkas, puffers and trench coats depending on the fluctuating temperatures of the week.
In the last two years, I don’t think I’ve gone a single day without hearing the term “AI.” Every time I open Instagram or YouTube or even have a conversation with someone, artificial intelligence is bound to come up. And for good reason. Personally, AI has been part of my routine for a long time — especially as a computer science and math major. I’ve used it for years to help with coding, problem sets and helping me research, going as far back as when Gemini was still called Bard. But I’ve become tired of AI because I feel like it’s inhibiting our learning.
“Is it a layup?” It’s the question that ripples across campus each term, whispered over glowing screens, across dining tables and between crowded hallways, especially during course selection. While many choose classes strategically, looking for convenience or an “easy A,” some students are led into courses that reshape how they think, learn and engage with the world around them.
Hi Mirror, it’s Noelle!
Dear Freak of the Week,
In this edition of Cooking with Kent and Vidushi, we are pushing back against the mid-winter-term rut and trying something new.
After weeks of the coldest, snowiest, winteriest winter we have had in a while, I am no longer surprised when I open my blinds in the morning and see more snow on the ground than the night before. There is something magical and peaceful about the untouched, pillowy blanket of snow on the flat part of the roof outside my window and the sidewalk below. However, the wintery mix significantly decreases my odds of making the trek to the gym before class.
On winter weekends, Dartmouth’s ice rink fills with a mix of players: beginners gripping their sticks for balance, experienced skaters circling the ice and students and faculty unwinding after long academic weeks. Intramural hockey may look chaotic from the stands, but for those on the ice, it has become one of the most welcoming and community-driven activities on campus.
As a painter with no time to paint, I’ve always felt a fascination with the works of others — the realism and intricacy of landscapes right next to the abstractions of modern art. I love being able to see the brush strokes and hours poured over canvases to capture a story. Even though I had passed the Hood Museum full of those very works so many times, I had not gotten the chance to go inside in my first couple terms at Dartmouth. I took it upon myself to learn more about the works and opportunities for involvement Dartmouth’s museum has for students and the local community.
If you’ve ever walked down Main Street, the storefront with the striped overhang and bright pink door is hard to miss. My Brigadeiro offers students the essentials: coffee, breakfast or lunch on-the-go and a nice place to study, even with its limited seating. Still, the cafe distinguishes itself from other town staples with one offering: the brigadeiro — a small dessert made simply with cacao, butter and sweetened condensed milk.
Dear Freak of the Week,
In case you haven’t heard, it’s that point in winter term where everyone is sick, unhappy and wants to go home, but we still have a month left before spring break. Not a great picture.