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I’m a klutz. Over the course of my first-year trip, I sprained one ankle, rolled the other and lost roughly two square inches of skin to a hastily applied bandage over the rolled ankle. The side-effect of my clumsiness is that I was less surprised by my trip’s raid than my fellow trippees, as I was informed a raid was occurring, partially to arrange the aforementioned bandage.
Orientation week, a random smattering of the class of 2016 piled into Alumni Gymnasium Hall for some official-sounding “Welcome to Dartmouth” event. I say “random smattering” because I’m pretty sure half of us didn’t go — like that “Strange as This Weather Has Been” class book lecture that was supposed to bind us all together over summer reading. I think the only thing I remember from that book was that a main character got splinters on her butt from having sex in a shed.
’Twas the night before 16S, with students on the loose.Not a creature was resting, not even a moose.
Happy spring term, Mirror readers! We hope you had wonderful and relaxing spring breaks, and that you didn’t miss us too much. If so, rest assured, we have an entire term ahead of us to satiate you with Mirror issues.
What was your most fun experience at Dartmouth?
It’s springtime, and you know what that means. No, not sundresses, stargazing, frolicking naked or being arrested for frolicking naked. It’s one-act season! Theater in the park is about to start up soon, so we’ve been receiving hundreds of one-acts to select for our spring repertoire. Here are the worst pitches we read.
Happy Friday, Mirror readers! We can’t believe it’s already the last Mirror of the term, or that it’s March or that the winter just passed us by without really being, well, a winter.
Walking onto Dartmouth’s campus in late summer, you can immediately spot a First-Year Trips group getting ready to embark on its journey through the mountains. Runners jog through the streets and across the Green. Athletes go to and from practice, laden with duffel bags and equipment.
This past weekend was the men’s swimming and diving Ivy League Championships meet, or “Ivies,” as we call it. I was lucky enough to watch my teammates swim their final races of the season at Brown University. I concluded my swim season, and ultimately my collegiate swimming career, a little over five weeks ago. The team at that time was just beginning to weather the bulk of its competition schedule. Now that the entire team is done, I have the pleasure of watching my teammates, particularly my fellow seniors, begin the struggle that is permanent NARPdom. The lifestyle is a transition — no more 6 a.m. practices, no more morning and afternoon workouts and no more excuses to eat multiple Foco desserts at dinner. That is, no more predetermined schedule around which everything seems to operate. Five weeks later and my body and mind are still struggling to put the pieces together.
It’s finals week. You haven’t slept in 20 hours, and you’ve been at the library for almost the whole day. Your stomach growls, reminding you of the fact that you skipped breakfast and lunch. Where will you go to get food? The logical place to go to is Novack or KAF; right after you eat a pastry and get some coffee, you can get back to studying. But last night, you think, you ate mac-and-cheese bites at Late Night Collis, and the night before that you and your roommate ate Ben and Jerry’s ice cream from CVS. Suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you had a proper meal or ate a vegetable. If your KAF pastry is raspberry-flavored, does that count as a fruit?
SAM SOON and ASAP SAM are procrastinating in 8 Ball Hall.
I love you, Dartmouth, but I blame you for my current illness. As I have been sick for pretty much all but the first week of winter term.
If you’re a college student who has been on the internet at all in the past few years, chances are that you’ve seen the famous diagram of a triangle, with “good grades,” “social life” and “enough sleep” written at each of the vertices. Written besides the triangle is some iteration of the claim that in college you can only have your pick of two of these. A quick stroll through Baker-Berry Library, where you will undoubtedly see students falling asleep over their textbooks, their friends nowhere to be seen, would confirm this notion. As a non-athlete, I can attest that it’s hard enough balancing these three elements of my life in my daily schedule, but I can’t imagine adding another factor into the equation: athletics. So I set out to answer the age-old Dartmouth question — how do our athletes juggle all of this, in addition to Greek life, research opportunities and other extracurriculars, at such a rigorous school?
Stepping off the bus for trips and instantly being attacked by upperclassmen dressed in flair and flailing their limbs, it was hard not to imagine Dartmouth as a happy, lively place. And, to an extent, I have been correct. The Dartmouth student body is, at least from my perspective, a relatively cheerful one.
Kaitana Martinez ’16 exudes happiness. In her emails, she subs out the typical “Best” or “Regards” closing, and replaces it with “Smiles, Kaitana.”
As an ’18 stuck in the drudgery of winter term, I often day dream about my upcoming sophomore summer. Trudging through the muddy or icy Green in freezing temperatures, looking at the bleak campus before me, I picture myself lounging on the inevitably greener grass that will be there in just five months. It’s hard to not get lost in this idyllic image of campus.
I think I can speak for most college students across the country when I say that home matters. These connections are sure to fall on a spectrum, but these relationships inevitably exist in some form.
WOKE SAM and SLOWPOKE SAM are waiting for the shuttle to the Skiway.
Has the housing system got you down? Is Chem 5 crushing your parents’ dreams? No problem! Jones Media Center just got a new shipment of retouched classic movies! Can you catch the subtle differences? So, whether you’re wallowing in a solipsistic coma or just drying your lonely tears of singlehood with your roommate’s Valentine’s Day card, these films are sure to brighten your spirits.