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(02/05/03 11:00am)
Some people spend their afternoons in the library. Some in play rehearsal (or your extracurricular activity of choice). Others in class. And still others in front of the television. Personally, I spend my afternoons locked in a white box, roughly 21 feet by 32 feet. Inside, there are red lines to guide my way, a slab of metal in the front to keep me in check, and faces in the crowd to cheer me on. Inside, I am alone with a racket, a small, squishy ball, and an opponent. Inside, I am what I have been every day for the past four years -- a squash player, a teammate, and a Dartmouth athlete. But in exactly 11 days, I will have my afternoons free.
(01/08/03 11:00am)
You have been awake since 5:30 a.m. and, after traveling for hours, you have finally arrived in paradise. You squeeze into a van with at least eight other visitors and ask to be dropped off at the Crown Bay Marina. Once you arrive you order a pina colada and watch the yachts pull in and out until the ferry comes to bring you to Water Island, a small island just off St. Thomas. So far, paradise is looking pretty good.
(11/06/02 11:00am)
They have the FSU football team (which, as I learned recently, is quite the team to have). They have hot weather. They have southern food. And they have ox tails. During my short visit to Tallahassee, Fla., at the end of the summer, I learned what a delicacy (or, in my view, what a monstrosity) ox tails truly are.
(05/29/02 9:00am)
I am a self-proclaimed dessert-aholic. Chocolate of course, but ice cream and frozen yogurt too -- these are my favorites. Recently, I had dessert with a group of friends in Food Court. We descended upon the frozen yogurt machines, created our individual sweets, and returned to claim a long table for our own. This is the image that struck me: here I sat, along like most of my friends, with my normal-sized cup of frozen yogurt. On the other hand, there was another friend who sat with a taster cup filled with the same ingredients I had in my own cup: frozen yogurt, toppings, even a tiny dab of chocolate sauce, all crammed into that tiny space.
(05/17/02 9:00am)
I am 21 years old, and I admit, I still like to play dress-up. When I was little, I would twirl and prance around in ballerina gowns, play princess, pretend to be in fairytales. Now, of course, I do not play at such games, but instead different ones, and I have found that at Dartmouth, I wear (and own) more ridiculous outfits for social events than I ever imagined I would.
(05/10/02 9:00am)
My grandmother is 81 years old and she jokes when she says that she went to Cornell University to get her MRS. But she is only half-joking. Even though she was voted as having "the best legs" in her sorority, even though she had an army of men "calling" on her, my grandmother graduated with an engagement ring already slipped onto her finger. When she recently came to visit me at Dartmouth, she tried to understand what she called "the young people's social scene" in comparison with her own experiences in college.
(11/09/01 11:00am)
You could say that I have grown up in my own Volvo dealership. Not literally, of course -- my parents neither work for nor own a dealership -- but they certainly contribute to one. In my 20 years, we have owned eight Volvos. And while I claim to have close to no knowledge about cars on a general level, I am a Volvo lover through and through.
(10/17/01 9:00am)
I gave up my Ethernet connection. I had to
(05/18/00 9:00am)
The world of Dartmouth libraries is on the brink of change. With the current construction of the Baker/Berry Library, Dartmouth is in the midst of its largest library building project since the late 1920s, when Baker itself was originally erected.
(05/10/00 9:00am)
While Dartmouth grappled with its own cheating questions Winter term, Columbia University was facing the fallout of a much larger, eight-month-long honor code scandal involving lies, expulsion and court intervention.