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(05/23/08 8:19am)
So there I was, at a complete loss as to what to write about for my last Mirror column ever. I could have made it emotional and nostalgic, but that would be useless. Since no one ever reads my columns anyway, no one is nostalgic but me (and I was too frustrated by writer's block to be very nostalgic at the moment). I could have tried to write about my favorite "Mirror moments," but I'm afraid that wouldn't fill up two paragraphs. I could make a post-modernist statement, saying everything by writing nothing, but my editor would kill me.
(05/09/08 9:10am)
"DOC trips are like, totally the most fun EVER!!"
(05/02/08 8:10am)
The idea to write a thesis had been nagging Haley Morris '08 for several years. Morris knew since freshman spring not only that she wanted to write a thesis, but what topic she would like to cover (in case you were wondering, she is writing a geography thesis entitled, "A Tale of Two Islands: Mobility, Identity and Place on Nantucket, MA").
(04/11/08 7:28am)
We must all avoid using the gym as a place to get facetime. Yes, even you, girl that blowdries her long locks before languidly running on the treadmill at Alumni Gym during the "Busy Time." Don't get me wrong, I totally understand that the desire to be seen in the right place at the right time with the right people wearing the right outfit is one of the most important motivating forces for many a Dartmouth student. I get that no one actually goes to First Floor Berry to study. Hell, one of my editors (may he rest in peace) once accused me of using my column as a "conduit for facetime." The nerve!
(03/28/08 7:18am)
From togas to tackies, at Dartmouth we spend most of our social lives playing dress up. Strange? Maybe. Even stranger? When Dartmouth students have to wear real clothes. Ty Moddelmog '08 summed up Dartmouth's "basement style" geniusly saying, "In the basement the idea is, 'How can I make 'em think dirty thoughts in clothes that I don't mind dirtying?'" I would further clarify that this describes the basement fashion of the Dartmouth female, whereas for the Dartmouth male (with the exception of my favorite variety, the metrosexual) basement fashion is more like a lack thereof. They have the granite of New Hampshire in their brains, and they dress to show it -- most often as a lumberjack. When you see a Dartmouth frat boy in a button down shirt, you know he is busting out the big guns.
(02/22/08 10:21am)
Oh boy, stop Blitzing me about your lost jacket/iPod/wallet/libido/dignity. I don't have them. And if I did, I'm not giving them back. Even if there is a "$$$$ REWARD."
(02/01/08 9:23am)
If Karl Marx were a female undergraduate at Dartmouth College, he would be wearing leggings. Leggings are the accessory of the people. The women people, that is. All of the obstacles that make good style elusive, elitist or simply impossible at Dartmouth are solved by this magic accessory known as leggings. Let me explain.
(01/25/08 10:55am)
H i, my name is Katherine Gorman, and I am borderline Obsessive-Compulsive (self-diagnosed). Anal retentive and a perfectionist to the max. Anyone that knows anything about me knows this to be true. A quick run-down of some common OCD symptoms checklist will affirm my argument.
(01/11/08 3:24pm)
Green isn't just a color or shorthand for "sustainable" -- now it's a trend. Katherine Gorman looks at how the prospect of a warmer world is bringing reality into the closet.
(11/16/07 6:51am)
What ever happened to the good old days of skipping tipsily into Novack to check Blitz on your way to Frat Row, or of sneaking upstairs in a frat to blitz your crush on some brother's computer? Nobody proximity blitzes anymore. As if I didn't feel old enough already.
(10/12/07 5:39am)
It is very obvious when young men join certain frats. New membership is not quite as obvious among sororities, however. Not necessarily because sororities choose not to make it so, but rather because as women, the members of these groups don't always have the choice. Since I have been spending the last couple of days locked up in my sorority between 6 p.m. and 3 a.m. (gotta love rush), I have had a lot of time to reflect upon Dartmouth's Greek system and in particular the way in which the College interfaces with Greek houses of different sexes. And it's just not fair. Sororities, both local and national, are subject to much stricter surveillance by the College than their male (local and national) counterparts.
(09/28/07 5:50am)
"During sophomore summer, we stole back the slide that AD had stolen from us because theirs had gone missing -- GDX had stolen AD's. We realized AD was up to no good when [a certain Alpha Delt] descended into the main room of KDE via a ladder through the elevator shaft. Then ten to twenty more ADs started making their way into the basement looking for the slide, also known as double drop falls, which we had hidden in the bathroom. We told AD that we didn't have their slide and to go look in GDX, so as they left I re-hid the slide in the locked laundry room in case they came back, and sure enough they did. It was all very epic and Mission Impossible-like. The boys were so persistent that one even tried to mathematically figure out the number of possible door codes. But in the end, they didn't get the code. Of course the two girls prevailed against the twenty-plus boys!" -- '09 KDE
(05/25/07 6:08am)
Just when you start to feel cocky -- you have a great internship, a great relationship, you're finally getting to live in Manhattan and life is pretty much starting to look like a 1960s sitcom -- Craigslist is there to bitch-slap you back into your place. Or at least this is what happened to me. This, dear reader, is the story of my struggle to find an apartment in the world of cyber-freaks and virtual sketchiness that is Craigslist.
(04/27/07 7:53am)
When it comes to hanging out on Dartmouth campus, we all have our place of choice. But what makes a certain frat or sorority so special when planning your night out? This Wednesday night, I went out on a "circuit" in the name of investigatory journalism (is that what they're calling irresponsible drinking these days?) to find out if chugging a beer is really so different from one house to the next.
(04/20/07 5:01pm)
So you think it's over? You worked hard in school, made Career Services your best friend, perfected your resume until you had it memorized and dedicated 10 weeks of your life to corporate recruiting. Maybe you feel the urge to relax in your favorite chair, kick off your shoes, have an ice-cold lemonade (or vodka tonic, pick your poison), and smoke a - not so fast! Smoking marijuana could, in some cases, cost you that internship you worked so hard to get.
(08/03/06 9:00am)
As many students forsake dormitory life and begin to "play house" in off campus residences, the meaning of "sophomore summer -- no parents!" becomes even more apparent. Off-campus houses strike the perfect balance between the autonomy undergrads crave (the freedom to eat anything at any point, have gratuitous sleepovers, leave beds unmade and throw parties whenever the urge strikes) without getting into too many of the "real world" icky realities (homeowner insurance, house maintenance and repair, and (gulp!)a job and steady income).
(07/18/06 9:00am)
When Cho walked onstage to wild applause and screams, you couldn't help but wonder how Cho's famously scandalous, no-holds-barred humor could be delivered by a woman with such a small, unassuming stature. Nonetheless, Cho immediately launched into her typical irreverence, saying, "I don't think I've ever been to Hangover before." Perhaps it was a slightly predictable punch line, but it managed to set the tone for the entire show, during which celebrities, politicians and religious and political institutions were attacked in far more shocking manners.
(07/13/06 9:00am)
'08 Guy: "I really think I've lost some weight. These pants are looser. Even when I'm sitting down, there is not a lot of rollover fat. Why aren't you saying anything? I hope you really do think I've lost weight!"