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Having chosen to attend college in a place that’s home to just over 12,000 people, one might hold a natural appreciation for small towns like Hanover. But even those allured by the quaintness of New England may yearn for some more excitement now and then — and a weekend in Montréal, Québec just might do the trick.
As an international student from India, I’ve found that I am just as much Delhi’s as I am Dartmouth’s. While I am often not fully present in either place, I am never truly absent either. Whenever I return to Delhi, I hyper-fixate on everything that is different — how my city has changed, how I have. For me, it’s usually only small details — my childhood park getting renovated, the family jokes I need to be looped into, having to look up the route to my best friend’s house — yet it still feels all-consuming.
When I think about my past nights out on campus, my cherished memories are accompanied by a musical soundtrack. There’s a reason why I had LF System’s “Afraid to Feel” stuck in my head all last winter, and why this year I can’t stop singing the main chorus from the NOTION remix of Chrystal’s “The Days.” These rhythms served as the backdrop to nights spent in a sweaty fraternity, packed into a room dancing with friends or a now-gone situationship. Whether bringing on a wave of nostalgia, releasing negative emotions, building shared bonds among friends or becoming incessant earworms, the sounds of Dartmouth — particularly those playing in fraternity basements — never seem to quiet themselves.
When I think about it for too long, the idea of originality makes me a little nauseous. In a fit of nostalgia — and a desire to procrastinate studying for an exam — I reread my Common Application essay earlier this week, which centered around the feeling that everything I write was destined to be a worse version of something that’s already been created.
In February, wintry weather is unavoidable at Dartmouth — from the freezing temperatures to the snow-filled walkways, the cold is sure to follow wherever you go. While some students respond by hunkering down indoors, students in BIOL 61, “End of Winter: Winter Ecology,” are instead choosing to brave the cold.
For some students, Dartmouth is best viewed through the lens of a camera. Whether capturing a campus event, the seasons of New Hampshire or classroom life, student photographers get to document the College’s history in real time — and share their work with students, alumni and prospective applicants across the world.
How do I write an editor’s note with Valentine’s Day lurking around the corner? That’s the question I have been asking myself for the past week.
Favorite love song?
Valentine’s Day is a mixed bag of a holiday. For some, it’s a fun excuse to celebrate their romantic partners, but for others, it may elicit negative feelings. While the holiday traditionally focuses on romantic love, that’s not the only form one can celebrate. “Galentine’s Day” — a holiday focused on women’s friendship — has made February a month for celebrating more than just significant others.
In the leadup to Valentine’s Day, we asked Dartmouth students to submit their burning questions about love, breakups and everything in between. We chose our favorite questions — some serious, some perhaps less so — and answered them below. While many of our answers offer our genuine, best advice for dealing with matters of the heart, others are more flippant — cheeky, if you will. Above all, keep in mind that we are college sophomores, not relationship counselors. We’ll let our readers decide whether to heed our advice.
This article is featured in the 2025 Winter Carnival Special Issue.
This article is featured in the 2025 Winter Carnival Edition.
This article is featured in the 2025 Winter Carnival Edition.
This article is featured in the 2025 Winter Carnival Edition.
Winter Carnival has crept up on us, and we are once again reminded that gone are the days of the Psi Upsilon keg-jumping contest, Winter Carnival Queen and towering snow sculptures. Though these traditions have since passed us by, I know many students who still carry with them an idealized image of what the weekend should hold, referential and nostalgic for a past they, or even some of their parents who went to Dartmouth, never experienced.
The broad contours of most students’ D-Plans are similar. According to the Undergraduate Deans Office website, students must spend 12 terms on campus, usually taking three classes per term. This allows them to take three leave terms and finish their degree four years after they matriculate, hopefully a little wiser and ready to go out into the world. Some students, though, have other plans and petition to graduate a term early, during the winter of their senior year. While these students often still walk with their class in June, they apply for their degree in the winter and do not take classes their senior spring.
When I was first struck down with illness during week six of my freshman fall, I honestly felt a little bit of joy. According to Dick’s House, I had a nebulous ailment — either the flu, cold or some unknown virus. I felt like a pile of bricks, but it forced me to take a break from my grueling schedule of: class, activity, meal, exercise, rinse and repeat.
The Cold Regions Research and Engineering Laboratory, known more commonly as CRREL, sits unassuming only about two miles north of campus. I, for one, have passed it frequently on drives up to Lyme or the Skiway — but had yet to fully understand the story behind the military laboratory that works to solve “strategically important problems … in cold and complex regions.” That is, until I spoke to the Dartmouth professors and students who research there.
As a queer person, I had concerns about fitting into Dartmouth’s historically heteronormative social spaces. When you think of stereotypical Greek life, “inclusive” is not exactly the first word that comes to mind.
Dear Diary — I mean, Mirror,