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you know it's cold when even the dogs are wearing winter boots.
Jan. 1, 1:30 a.m, Sigma Delta sorority: Safety and Security officers and the Hanover Fire Department responded to Sigma Delt regarding an intoxicated student. The student was located and subsequently transported to Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center.
Stay warm, everyone!
Winter term has begun, and my post-workout shower has already left my hair vulnerable to the freezing air between the pool and FoCo. But it’s not worth spending my time and energy discussing these frigid temperatures, mostly because I have so little of both this winter. Instead, this week’s column will be about my adventures tackling a classic dessert that leaves a lot of room for special additions and interpretations — the root beer float. Incidentally, this is the way I’d like to think that my own column will be remembered one day — as a favorite classic that left room for its own special touches.
Here @Dartbeat, we know as well as you do that a ten-week term can fly by. So, to make sure you don’t miss any key stops along the way, we’ve pulled together a list of iCal worthy events from now until the end of 15W. Whether you’re a Ben & Jerry’s fanatic looking forward to the “Winter Fest” or a SLA student already worried about the last day to set that life-saving NRO, we’ve got you covered.
Welcome back to 15W! Here at Dartbeat, we're just as thrilled as you are (read: not particularly thrilled) to see snow on the ground. But we do have an exciting announcement about this winter, and we hope you'll find it exciting too.
I must have reached adulthood because this summer my parents began talking about their retirement. “We won’t have to worry about being in a home,” they explained to my siblings and me. “Grace and her cats will just live with us!” Some background: my brother has had some sort of girlfriend for the past two years, my sister the same way since middle school. Me? My family likes to joke about my imaginary boyfriend “Steve.” I am quite literally the seventh wheel any time my family gets together.
No one can dispute that Dartmouth is a little crazy when it comes to traditions — especially those that require any public display of nudity. Seriously, it’s like we come up with traditions (the Ledyard Challenge and Blue Light Challenge, for example) and then throw in a final streaking clause. Let’s face it — we love being naked.
When I first heard we have six weeks off, Dartmouth’s weirdly long winter break sounded amazing to me. After all the stress of the term, who wouldn’t want six weeks to catch up with friends from home? But then as I looked at the actual dates, I realized the problem — no one else is going to be home as early as we are.
There are few things in this mortal life that I have ever been undoubtedly certain about, but if there’s one thing I know to be true without a shadow of a doubt it’s that 2014 is a wild time to be alive. When I asked the woman who lives in the alley behind CVS for astrological advice, as I often do, she told me it was because Mars ended retrograde and the moons of Jupiter exist. Not only are there women in several of my university classes, but many of them are also unmarried and interested in pursuing careers of their own after graduation. That I can handle. But now I hear talk that men are starting to cook their own dinners and no longer fight to the death before a roaring crowd to prove their masculinity. While the definitions of gender roles may be in a state of flux, we’re lucky that several companies have made it their mission to remind us that some things like chapstick and snack food are anything but a spectrum.
Week nine hit me hard. Normally, I have a pretty clear idea of what I want to make for a dessert before I enter FoCo, or at least a certain craving for chocolate or ice cream, for example. But I am still so hooked on my “Earthquake” dish I wrote about last week.
Although your four years in college will likely be some of the best of your life —especially at a place like Dartmouth — it can be tough sometimes, especially in your freshman year. You’re in a new place, surrounded by strangers and feeling lonely at times is inevitable. So, finding someone with whom you instantly connect with early on — someone who you can go for guidance, advice or just to talk about your daily life — can be pretty special.
Have you seen one of these pictures around? It’s just one of several sarcastic and thought-provoking prints put together by Julia Plevin ’09. Her prints combine original snapshots from Dartmouth in the 1970s with phrases that echo the current campus culture.
With the craziness of the quarter system and Dartmouth’s work-hard-work-harder atmosphere, you probably already find yourself exhausted. Around week four, I started having fantasies about sleeping in a pile of adorable, cuddly puppies and never having to leave. At this point, my brain is completely fried, and expectations for academic performance are at an all-time low.
I am a hoarder. I do not hoard old magazines or cats (although that may be on my horizon), but rather links. This article is a shameful admission to how much time I spend on the Internet.
Brown University: A student who reported being given spiked drinks at a Brown University fraternity party on Oct. 17 tested positive for the date-rape drug GHB, the Brown Daily Herald reported. Results for another student who reported consuming a spiked beverage are pending. One of the two students also reported being sexually assaulted that night. An investigation into both the allegations of sexual assault and the spiked drinks is currently underway.
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Whatever you’re writing about this finals season — whether it’s “the symbolism of the monster as a hyper-feminized figure existing in opposition of the contemporary masculine ideal,” the neural correlates of nose picking or any other dry, academic topic —set it aside. Write about these instead:
From ShaveBennettto Braden Pellowski ’18’sattempt to finance his legal fees from touching the Homecoming bonfire, GoFundMe campaigns have been popping up all over campus. It got me to thinking —what will people try to crowdsource next?