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Are you a cider connoisseur, awash with wonder for the elite brew? Or a wide-eyed beginner, looking for your next crisp sip? If you’ve ever wondered which bustling Hanover spot to hit for your next draft cider fix, fret not — your local cider enthusiast has your back.
Describe your spring term in 3 words.
This term, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about ink.
Dear Freak of the Week,
Freak of the Week,
From Madeleine Baldwin ’27 in Athens, Greece
At Dartmouth, the end of the term waits for no one. I’m already gearing up for the last push of sleepless nights, treks to late night with equally exhausted friends and hours hunched over my laptop, squinting through old glasses because I’ve had enough with contacts. As much as I dread the end-of-term grind, this spring has surprised me with a genuine love for life on campus.
As someone who dislikes the taste and jitters of coffee, I have long searched for an alternative morning drink to power me through my day. My senior year of high school, I turned to chai, a trendy black tea from India, and soon grew addicted. Along with my best friend and fellow chai enthusiast, I would scavenge New York City in search of the best oat milk iced chai latte.
At 5:45 a.m. on Sunday, May 18, a hot air balloon lifted into the sky. It rose above a dinosaur sculpture made from scrap lumber and used nails and a wooden building filled with sewing machines, dusty beer bottles and plastic flamingos. This is the Post Mills Airport, located 17 miles from Hanover in the town of Thetford, Vt. For years, it has served as the site of the Experimental Balloon & Airship Association Meet, which took place this year from May 16 through May 18.
This term, I’ve had my dorm room to myself — technically a double, but temporarily mine alone. For the first two weeks, I didn’t touch my former roommate’s side. Her bed stayed bare, her desk remained clear and her walls, blank and pale, stretched out like silence across from me. I kept to my half, like I was waiting for someone to give me permission to inhabit more space. But the emptiness was tantalizing, daring me to cross the line. Slowly, my things began to drift — first a book, then a blanket and now a sprawl across every surface except the walls.
There is nothing more enjoyable than drinking a fine cup of tea. As a steadfast advocate of imported English black teas, I typically brew my own, but I recently decided to venture out into Hanover in pursuit of the finest cup of Earl Grey tea.
Dear Freak of the Week,
Dear Sun,
As the Cheshire Cat once said, “I’m stranger. You’re stranger. Together, we are … strangers.”
As temperatures climb into the 60s and 70s, the Green has come alive: frisbees flying, house music blaring from oversized speakers and somewhere, without fail, a circle of students kicking around a small woven bag — a hacky sack.
When you hear the words “Dartmouth bubble,” several iconic images come to mind: maybe lunch on Collis Porch, flitzing or pong. But for better or worse, a little bumblebee flying over an app called Fizz gave me my first impressions of Dartmouth.
Whether it’s escaping the Choates, getting that long-desired single or striving for the comforts of “Hotel” Wheelock, the housing draw brings out students’ hopes for better possibilities. This is especially true for those living at Summit on Juniper, a College-owned apartment complex in West Lebanon.
If you know me, you know I like to relax.