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(11/13/15 12:35am)
On March 29, 2013, The Mirror published Maggie and Maddie’s first joint article, “Sharing Like Wildfire.” They were pumped. When they saw the article, however, they barely recognized it. Maddie highlighted the parts of the article that Maddie and Maggie had actually turned in, and all that was yellow were some statistics and direct quotes. To quote the article, “During spring break, the selection of a new Pope was simplified down for worldwide consumption to a succinct #whitesmoke.” Maddie and Maggie were “v” confused. They had absolutely no clue what this meant (was the pope caught smoking??) and had to google it to seem half as witty as the article made them out to be.
(11/05/15 11:57pm)
During Maddie and Maggie’s freshman year, they quickly formed a little crush on a senior boy. Because of his very distinct (read: beautiful) spectacles, they nicknamed him “Glasses Kid.” He just looked so hip, so studious, so worldly. He probably read Sartre (in French) by day and played classical Spanish music on his guitar by night. He was our real life Jim Sturgess from “21” (2008) — the quintessential Ivy League badass. They hoped that one day he would notice them. He never did.
(10/29/15 11:05pm)
’Twas the night before Halloween, when all through the dorm
(10/22/15 10:01pm)
As overeager Mirror writers during their freshman spring, Maddie and Maggie always showed up to the weekly story assignment meetings with several article pitches. Most of these were shut down. Here is an ode to the stories never written.
(10/15/15 11:02pm)
Sophomore fall, Maddie and Maggie, along with four other women, lived in North Fay 401 a.k.a. the Sextet a.k.a. the Sexytet (worst nickname ever — Maddie REALLY hates this name but was also the one who coined it). One of their roommates — we’ll call her Party Patricia — had quite the little hobby. She loved decorating the room. One night, Maddie and Maggie came home to find a new futon in their common room. What a wonderful surprise! Now they would have a sitting area for guests! Two weeks later, they found the most exquisite 3’ by 5’ painting of a few gentlemen toasting around a table.
(10/01/15 10:20pm)
During their freshman winter, Maggie and Maddie decided to start an aerobics dance class for all those who lived in the River cluster (how exciting!). They posted sick signs all around the dorms and even on the Class of 2016 Facebook page. The signs read — “Stressed for finals? Still haven’t achieved that hot spring break bod? DON’T FRET!!!! Come to Maddie and Maggie’s aerobics dance class!!!! 5:00 Judge Basement Study Room. IT’S FREE!”
(09/24/15 10:55pm)
For spring break 2013 (no regrets!!), Maggie visited Maddie and her family in Texas. Wearing shiny cowboy boots and a blue dress, Maggie blended in with the masses of people who werelined up to watch the day’s events. No one would have guessed that she hails from suburban Massachusetts — until she opened her mouth. “Yee-haw and howdy y’all! Let’s ride in pick up trucks and go down dirt roads…. with cows!” she said to nobody as Maddie and Maggie entered the rodeo.
(09/17/15 11:12pm)
Let us take you back in time. Halloween 2012. French dorm. Maggie frantically tapes streamers to her body to complete the most perfect Halloween costume ever — a piñata. Like, what’s more fun than a piñata? NOTHING! Maddie scours her room for an impromptu sailor hat to complete her sexy sailor costume, but she can’t find anything other than her trusty cowboy hat. It starts to rain and Maggie’s streamers get soggy and start to cling to her body. Rainbow colors seeps onto her white T-shirt. A tragedy is in the works.
(09/08/15 11:13pm)
In the first weeks of fall term, some students stick out like a sore thumb. They also stick together. Of course, many incoming students are well aware of their status as the freshest faces on campus and the de facto “worst class ever,” but regardless of how hard they try to blend in, freshmen just have a certain look in their eye that shouts “Hi I’m a ’19. Please be my friend.” Just in case they don’t know why they are still standing out, we have compiled a list of 19 ways to spot a freshman.
(05/22/15 12:31am)
It’s 1976, and change is brewing in Hanover. A group of Dartmouth women feel that the College’s social scene does not fit their needs, so they contact the national sorority Sigma Kappa to discuss establishing a chapter on campus. That spring, the sorority’s first pledge class sees an immense turnout. Flash forward to 1988 and seven more national sororities have been established on campus. Still, some of them feel that the ideas and rituals of their national governing bodies do not match up with the social needs of women at Dartmouth. So what has happened when sororities decide to go local?
(05/07/15 11:40pm)
The student body was looking good on Monday. Maybe it was the glow from the remnants of a great weekend. Maybe it was excitement for the next round of midterms. Or maybe it was the weather. After several weeks of questioning why this term is called “spring term” when there was still snow on the ground and nightly temperatures often below freezing, spring has officially sprung, and on Monday, the sun was out, the sky was blue and the Green looked kind of green in some places.
(04/30/15 11:17pm)
The dance floor is crowded — it’s a Friday night after all. I wind my way around raised arms, shaking booties and that one person trying to twerk on the wall in the corner. Covered in the sweat of 20 different strangers, I finally reach the stage at the back of the room. The DJ stand would be the best view in the house, except for the fact that about 10 students have stood up on the edge, jumping and screaming along to the music. Jun Oh ’16, who’s controlling the music for tonight, holds on to his equipment for dear life as the table bounces to the beat.
(04/16/15 10:09pm)
Thou shalt not commit tripcest. Thou shalt not commit floorcest. Thou shalt not commit Writing 5-cest.
(08/07/14 11:52pm)
Now that we’re sophomores, we have all declared a major in something that we are at least remotely interested in. However, for many students the standard majors of biology, math, English, economics or government do not fully encompass their interests, passions and goals. Other universities and colleges offer some majors that are more specified for certain interests. For example, at Dartmouth you can major in music, but at Liverpool Hope University you can major in The Beatles. At University of Connecticut you can major in puppet arts if you decide you don’t like being on the theater stage yourself. Harvard University offers a concentration in folklore and mythology, in case you didn’t get enough of that as a kid. If we had our way, here are some of the majors we’d make out of classes that already exist at Dartmouth.
(07/25/14 12:45am)
In one of Shakespeare’s most popular plays, Juliet, the heroine engulfed in a deadly affair with a family enemy, laments the surname that confines Romeo to the role of her nemesis: “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet.”
(07/11/14 12:49am)
Here at the Mirror we like to write silly articles. We like to write about the campus blue lights, the different kinds of falafel at FoCo and even the dating dynamics on campus. While some of these fun ideas have blossomed into great articles, often stories in need of deeper thought remain on the shelf. Typically, when articles are pitched for the Mirror, the editors offer many different angles for the writers to take. Here is the pitch for today’s article:
(06/27/14 12:33am)
The staircase is narrow, only wide enough for a single person to pass at a time. Each step creaks loudly under your feet as you ascend, and the air gets thicker and hotter with each step. A single door is at the top of the staircase. “Freaks always welcome,” the sign hung on the door promises.
(05/15/14 10:55pm)
A small crowd gathered in the hallway of the third floor of McCulloch Hall. Holli Weed ’14 sat with her back against the far wall and spoke in a clear, assured voice to her residents. She gestured to the dozen homemade cupcakes with chocolate frosting in the middle of the room.
(04/24/14 8:58pm)
Congrats. You've been asked out by someone for a meal — just the two of you. Maybe you're just friends. But we're going to overanalyze this.
(04/10/14 9:16pm)
“They have the concert during Green Key, right?”