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Annette: I first met Lauren at an “Incoming Student Meet-Up” in Falmouth, Maine during our senior year of high school. Ten of us awkward, nervous students stood around in a circle attempting small talk, while our parents hovered, watching us eagerly but trying to look discrete. LB18 and I smiled at each other and exchanged a few friendly words. I left the barbeque thinking, “Wow, the girl Lauren from Bangor in the yellow dress seems nice!” Apparently Lauren, on the other hand, left the gathering with an assumption that I was slightly “stuck-up,” and after stalking me on Facebook that night, supposedly concluded that we would not be friends at Dartmouth. Guess I need to work on my first impressions.
Happy Week 8, Mirror readers! This week, your esteemed editors arrived at Robinson Hall fully prepared for Halloween celebrations. Annette, May and Lauren thought long and hard about what they wanted to dress up as this year, when photo editor Tiffany realized that the answer had been staring them in the face all term long: intrepid EIC Ray Lu ’18. Tiffany quickly set to finding the most embarrassing photo of Ray available on the internet (it was his portrait for his “First Team” column back during sophomore summer) and blowing it up so big on Microsoft Word that she had to hide behind the column in KAF to avoid public ridicule. At 12:04 p.m., May sent a text to Tiffany asking her whereabouts, only to receive the following response: “I’ll be at KAF in 15. I’m printing out Ray.” Tiffany proceeded to cut out the large copies of Ray’s head and tape them onto Popsicle sticks to create makeshift masks, while Lauren, Annette and May harassed the collective three Sig Eps that they know for house gear. (May, ingenious as she is, decided to tape a paper sign that read “Doucheland” on her shirt to mimic Ray’s Deutschland jersey.)
Your three dauntless Mirror editors pranced into Robo on this bright, sunny Tuesday, smiling at each other while receiving warm, welcome hugs from a cheery editor-in-chief Ray Lu ’18. They were thrilled to be spending yet another long night together, especially since they all felt well-prepared for their midterms this week and because they’ve earned nothing but A’s this entire term. They’ve never felt healthier. One may go so far as to say they’re “peaking” during this wonderful week seven.
Happy Week 6, Mirror readers! In honor of this issue’s theme, “That Which is Public,” your intrepid (do we use that word too frequently?) editors decided to entertain you with their most embarrassing, public stories. Naturally, this task was difficult for all of them — not because any stories didn’t come to mind, but because there were simply too many moments from which they struggled to choose.
This morning, Annette, May and Lauren woke up refreshed from a great Monday of classes, like always, and rejuvenated after a healthy Homecoming weekend, like always.
May is a senior and has experienced a grand total of 0.5 Homecomings. During her freshman year, she was self-poisoned by her Foco meal (a hearty plate of garlic with a side of stir fry) and slept through the preliminary festivities in her Fahey dorm, before running around the bonfire in a tutu, oozing garlic and melancholy. She studied abroad during her sophomore and junior falls and experienced Homecoming vicariously through her best bud Lauren, who, in a “surprisingly wholesome” remark, recalled standing around the bonfire in the pouring rain, overwhelmed with joy when hundreds had gathered to celebrate the tradition despite the inclement weather. (While the blazing pile of wood in the center of the Green was enough to keep the crowd warm, Lauren noted that her alcohol blanket — the result of consuming half a bag of Franzia, in typical sophomore fashion — also helped.) Annette remembers seeing a classmate successfully touch the fire her freshman year. And intrepid editor Ray Lu ’18, when asked his thoughts on the Homecoming bonfire tradition, replied: “It’s straight fiya.”
Your Mirror team is coming at you this week in a full-out relay race, during which the three take turns tag-teaming each other as they run back and forth between Robo and their respective rush-engrossed Greek houses. Annette and May even high-fived while they passed one another along East Wheelock street, adjacent to the Green, May shouting over her shoulder, “All changes are in ... Start on layout!” (Annette returned to The D offices to find devoted editor-in-chief and shining star Ray Lu ’18 hunched over his phone next to his social media idol Lauren Budd ’18, asking for her advice on acquiring more Instagram followers. In keeping with our weekly fun facts, one of @laurbudd’s tweets got 8000+ retweets in 2016 — that’s sometimes more than what @realDonaldTrump himself gets!)
This week, your editors come to you live from the land of rush: where the preferences are made up and the conversation topics don’t matter. Frazzled, the three realized that they were not the only ones engaged in this process — nearly all of their writers couldn’t take stories! Inspired by their own failure to launch, the editors decided on Space as a theme, both because it’s what they gaze at when they scream into the night and in honor of what they struggle to fill.
Tap...tap...is this thing on?
Happy week 9, Mirror readers! In keeping with the theme of “performance,” the intrepid editors reflected upon their personal experiences with the performing arts. Lauren described herself as a “theater child” — in her second grade play about the Oregon Trail, she narrated the entire production, serving as the critical character “Old Feller #1.” May recalled her experiences in her middle school’s improv comedy troupe, most notably the time she acted as an idle tree. Lastly, Annette recollected her fifth grade Revolutionary War play in which each student impersonated a different historical figure. Annette, performing as Sybil Ludington, cracked an eye-roll-worthy joke: “Some people think of me as the female Paul Revere, but I prefer to think of him as the male Sybil Ludington,” generating quite a chuckle from an audience of videotaping parents. #peak
This week’s theme, vision, seems particularly apt in the last few nights before Green Key 2017 is upon us. All of us at the College have envisioned this weekend for an entire term now, perhaps even longer: we hoped it would bring an end to the cold weather, give us a break from midterm madness or even represent our last hurrah at the College (’17s, don’t go!)
The theme for this issue was inspired by several different factors: recent heated debates about power dynamics on campus, flickering lights in various campus dorms, the best running song of all time (“POWER” by Kanye West)...
Let’s play a game, readers! We’ll give you a chance to get to know your Mirror editors — the opportunity for which we KNOW you’ve all been hoping when you run to the newspaper stands on Wednesday mornings, fingertips eager to grasp a freshly printed edition of the Mirror, sometimes fighting off crowds to get your own copy as they fly off the shelves. Anyway, hopefully we can entice you with a game of two truths and a lie — or in this case, considering the weekly theme “fiction,” two facts and a fiction.
May is taking a senior seminar in the English department entitled “Decadence, Degeneration and the Fin de Siècle.” The word “positivist” gets thrown around a lot in her readings. This is because many fin-de-siècle writers write against the positivist tradition, their works running counter to notions of Enlightenment rationalism. These writers, through their textual evocations of sensations and “impressions,” upend notions of an empirical reality — of objectivity, of certainty, of Truth.
This evening, all three intrepid editors walked into Robinson Hall wearing a Dartmouth shirt, leggings and running shoes. They then decided to discuss conformity: when, how and why it exists at the College.
Happy week three, readers! When The Mirror squad met to brainstorm this week’s theme and stories, resident French enthusiast and Victor Hugo fanatic May suggested “revolution.” “Vive la Résistance!” she cried. Seeing Annette and Lauren’s blank stares, May translated the phrase: “Long live the Revolution.” Alternatively, the theme reminded Annette — a highly untalented linguist herself — of the Washington, D.C. Women’s March. While living in the turbulence that was (is?) the country’s capital during her off-term, she proudly paraded the mall with friends, wielding the sign “Repeal and Replace Bigotry.” Lauren, meanwhile, fondly remembered her favorite Wii game, Dance Dance Revolution (aka the highlight of her middle school slumber parties).
Everyone should have a favorite word. May’s favorite word is “saudade.” “Saudade” is a Portuguese and Galician word that makes its home primarily in the dark depths of May’s Spotify romance playlist. It is used to describe the feeling of a profound, possibly existential melancholic nostalgia for someone or something that is lost, an object of longing that will never return to us. It’s more than “I miss you.” It’s “You are gone, and sometimes I feel your absence so profoundly that my memory of you manifests almost synaesthetically.” (On that note, Lauren and Annette would like you to know that their favorite words are all four letters long and therefore cannot be printed in a respectable newspaper.)
Once upon a time, before Lauren and May had gained 20 pounds in EBAs pizza weight, had said farewell to their high school days of academic glory and were on the wrong (or right?) side of the X (the sexist notion that women get less attractive and men more desirable as our time at the College wears on), we were naive rising freshmen looking for advice. We asked: Are tutus acceptable everyday attire? Why is it spelled “Croo”? Will I ever make friends if I’m not a Facebook celebrity? Is raging a good or a bad thing?
Dartmouth is really heavy on tradition. For the most part, this is true. But we didn’t have a snow sculpture last year and Tubestock hasn’t been a thing since Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake wore matching denim ensembles to the Grammy’s. So maybe the old traditions are failing.