Freak of the Week: Perspiration Princess
Dear Freak of the Week,
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Dear Freak of the Week,
The weather has been strange lately; too warm for October, too bright for this late in the year. Each weekend feels borrowed from summer, the air stubbornly refusing to cool. I walk to class through heat that smells faintly like sunscreen and pavement, and I can’t help feeling like the season has overstayed its welcome. The world seems confused about what it’s supposed to be.
Whether we first encounter them while sweatily hauling boxes up to our dorms during move-in or at a floor meeting on the first night of New Student Orientation, our house-mates’ faces are likely the first ones we see on campus.
The leaves are turning, the wind is whispering and Halloween draws near. As a first-year from South Carolina, a state whose climate is affectionately called “the armpit of the South,” I’ve never lived through a true fall. Because of this, I have an incredibly romantic view of the season. So, in preparation for baby’s first fall, I took a tour of local pumpkin-flavored foods. Fall-elujah!
Dear Freak of the Week,
Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
If you are a frequent reader of these editor’s notes, you might have noticed that these are often rather personal reflections. They are vulnerable and self-aware, and I’ve loved reading them long before I became tasked with writing my own.
Only one minor at Dartmouth finds students building roller coasters into the wee hours of the morning and taking over dorm common rooms as they cut up pieces of paper into as many different square variations as possible — Human-Centered Design. The most popular minor at Dartmouth, the HCD program focuses on developing students’ creativity and innovation in “addressing human needs,” according to the Dartmouth Engineering website.
At Dartmouth, being pre-medicine is more than just taking a sequence of classes — it’s a culture. Although the College’s pre-med track is notorious for its rigorous course structure, students have found ways to foster a sense of community with others who are also planning to pursue careers in medicine.
“Dartmouth was the first time …” I used this statement a lot in my first year. Dartmouth was the first time I shared my pronouns, simply because my language, Karakalpak, had one pronoun for she, he and it. Dartmouth was the first time I took classes fully in English. Dartmouth was the first time I learned how to use Canvas. I know it’s become cliche to say that I’ve learned so much in a year, but I mean it. I’ve learned to embrace being opinionated at a liberal arts school, whose values are quite different from those in my culture in Uzbekistan.
As autumn settles over the Green and the initial excitement of move-in day gives way to the steady rhythm of college life, Dartmouth's newest students are finding their footing in ways both familiar and uniquely their own. Three weeks into their first term, the Class of 2029 is navigating everything from confusing campus buildings to social spaces, all while picking up some Dartmouth slang along the way.
I distinctly remember the best smoothie I’ve ever had: a scrumptious banana and pear concoction at Pine Restaurant — silky smooth and impossible to set down. While simple, the smoothie had all the necessary characteristics: fresh fruit, the subtle use of yogurt and a refreshing temperature that avoids the dreaded brain freeze. Unfortunately, the Pine no longer offers smoothies, leaving me with a burning question: Where is the best smoothie in Hanover?
I hate driving, but Hanover makes me crave the peace of life behind the wheel. I spent interim chauffeuring my little sister to and from middle school. I listened to her chatter while methodically navigating the pothole-ridden roads of Connecticut suburbia, dodging protruding mailboxes and the high school track team and women in their 60s walking dogs too close to the middle of the road. The rides were amusing; I had forgotten how uniquely excruciating life as a seventh-grade girl is.
Dear Freak of the Week,
I began my final year at Dartmouth the same way I began my first: with the more strenuous hiking First Year Trip. In previous years, the weeks before trips had me brimming with excitement, putting on the ‘Medley,’ casually dancing along to “Shower” and “Blame it on the Boogie” as I meandered through my days. Although I was just as excited this year, that excitement was now laced with a quiet dread I couldn’t quite shake. This time, I was painfully aware of the finality of it all. This would be my last safety talk, my last batch of Annie’s Mac on the Trangia, my last Lodj Croo dinner and my last group of new trippees. This was my last First Year Trip, and I couldn’t escape the thought that I might never experience anything like it again.
What class are you most excited about this term and why?
Dear Freak of the Week,
As my mom and I cruised along Interstate 91, our car stuffed to the brim with my mattress topper, electric tea kettle and entire wardrobe, the highway breeze smacked me with intense déjà vu. This is the same route I took 11 months and one week earlier — the day I moved into my freshman dorm. I struggle to believe it’s already been a year since I began my time at Dartmouth.
After living at home for the past three months, I miss Foco. Not the slow-moving stir-fry line or the scramble for a table at peak meal hours, but the ease of grabbing dinner with friends after a long day in the library or with random classmates. As the only dining hall on campus, Foco guarantees chance encounters. It’s a place for eating, sure, but it’s also a place for unexpected conversations and connections.
On August 30, 2023, I entered my freshman dorm room for the first time, accompanied by my suitcases and parents. The next day, I attempted my first walk around Occom Pond. I got lost at some point. The day after that, I made my first visit to the poster store in town with someone I met during lunch. A small poster of a 1912 oil painting called “The Bicycle Race” caught my eye, and I bought it for my dorm.