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(01/15/10 4:00am)
During my freshman spring, a Spanish professor tried to console me after giving me a 65 on a paper, by discounting grades as no more than "the language of the institution." It was a sneaky move, revealing her reservations about the grading process and giving the appearance of being anti-establishment, all while not agreeing to do anything about my grade. It was "ambitious," she said. Few more damning things can be said about a work; "ambitious" means you failed. The goal was to produce in me a sort of Stockholm syndrome that I might forget that she had put an irrevocable blight on my transcript and even take another class with her. Two years later, I am again in her class and her grading philosophy hasn't changed.
(01/08/10 4:00am)
In a town where the acronym "SEC'' calls to mind not the Securities and Exchange Commission but the Southeastern Conference, I began a long way from Hanover in both location and state of mind. My knowledge of "the North'' was limited to a childhood trip to New York, which was spent, on my mother's insistence, searching for our family name at Ellis Island and looking at the faberg eggs in the Forbes Museum. I imagined Dartmouth as a place where people had earnest conversations about things that interested them, without being burdened by high school insecurities.
(08/21/09 2:00am)
With summer a week shy of closing,The heat at an end you're opposing,Your fears we shall quellWith truths we shall tell,If you don't shy from gettin' to nosing.
(08/21/09 2:00am)
There comes a time in every American college student's life when she must confront the fact that her best friend did not arise from a vacuum - that her friend did, in fact have a life, home and family before college. With campus diversity increasing, your best friend could be the lovechild of a former cult member and a New York financier. Maybe her parents were one of those Dartmouth "power couples." Regardless of how your friend arrived at her existence, it's this sort of thing one discovers during Sophomore Summer Parents' Weekend or a get-away to your best friends' native New England or Tri-State Area enclave.
(08/07/09 2:00am)
(Free) Sex
(08/07/09 2:00am)
My roommate is taking two classes, the stereotypical and completely acceptable sophomore summer workload. While studying for an exam, I received an e-mail from her that contained the following information in the following style (randomly capitalized letters and all):
(07/10/09 2:00am)
"He has the face of a bandit," my Argentine host mother decided after meeting a date who had come to pick me up. "Cuidado." Given that it is a 17th century word now relegated to fantasies of desert places, I was not certain exactly how she meant it. Bandit: one who plunders. Marauder. Robber.
(03/06/09 9:21am)
When a supporter of former president Ronald Reagan, Raymond "Doc" Frazier, saw Mikhail Gorbachev for the first time, he knew from his manner of dress that he was the right General Secretary of the Communist Party to help thaw the Cold War.
(01/30/09 11:10am)
With his earring, facial scruff and fastidiously unkempt hair, this Collis customer fell somewhere between a pirate and Mensa-member Geena Davis's character in "Cutthroat Island." Here on land, four clementines is an excessive amount to consume in a single sitting. So the only logical conclusion I could draw was that he was using Collis as a grocery store stand-in.
(01/23/09 11:04am)
Dear Sydney,
(01/09/09 10:52am)
Editor's Note: While we jeered at freshmen circling the bonfire, Alex Schindler '10 was sweating it in Cairo. Confirming what spa owners have long claimed more or less convincingly, she assures us that a little heat is cathartic, if not downright necessary. A passionate Alex cleanses us of our Middle Eastern misconceptions with a refreshing alternative to the usual New Year's platitudes.
(11/14/08 9:31am)
"You never forget your first time," said Jessica Guthrie '10, president of Vox Clamantis. "Voting, that is." So goes the motto of Vote Clamantis, a nonpartisan student organization. Its mission: to get as many Dartmouth students as possible to vote, regardless of their position on the Red-Blue, conservative-liberal, Republican-Democrat spectrum.
(11/07/08 9:41am)
Dartmouth students are notorious for letting their "vices" meander into casual conversation. As long as they do not venture into "self-call" territory, nonchalant mentions of unprotected (or simply promiscuous) sex, binge-drinking, drugs and, for the less adventurous, procrastination, mean bonus points in the Dartmouth social arena. Or -- dare I say it -- at any American college.
(10/24/08 6:44am)
Britney Spears. Pamela Anderson. Carmen Elektra. What do these beacons of good old-fashioned American ethics have in common? No, not the fact that they competed for wall space with football posters and banners saying things like "Mazel Tov, Brett" on my middle school friends' walls. No, not that they were all endowed by Lord Jesus (or a good plastic surgeon) with a generous bust. What these ladies share is a disdain for the limitations of so-called reasonably concealing, functional clothing only rivaled by aging Brazilian men in Rio. Most importantly, they do not need a holiday as an excuse to show (and if at certain establishments on Webster Avenue, shake) what they mamas gave 'em.