Reflection: Who’s Going to Late Night These Days?
Within three hours of getting back to campus this spring, I found myself at Late Night at the Class of 1953 Commons.
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Within three hours of getting back to campus this spring, I found myself at Late Night at the Class of 1953 Commons.
After falling in Providence to Brown University, Dartmouth baseball is tied with Cornell for fifth in the Ivy League. Brown remains last in the conference with a 3-9 record, even after taking two out of three games from the Big Green.
As my time at Dartmouth draws to a close and graduation quickly approaches, I’ve been trying to make sense of the four years I’ve spent tucked away in the woods of Hanover. The ultimate irony of college is that right as you’ve settled in and established your sense of place and friendships, you have to say goodbye and start all over again. Though there is beauty to be found in new beginnings, it doesn’t seem right to move on without gratitude for the present moment.
This past weekend, the Dartmouth men’s tennis team played two matches on the road. The Big Green lost 4-0 to the University of Pennsylvania on April 4, and fell 7-0 to Princeton University the next day.
Hot Take: Softball will sweep the series against the winless University of Pennsylvania
The transition into this term felt like being dropped into a pool and told to swim before I could even surface for air. One minute, I was catching up with friends, eating rushed dinners with people I hadn’t seen in months, laughing too loud and staying up too late; the next, I was hunching over tables in the Life Sciences Center and Fairchild Physical Sciences Center, whispering the names of organic compounds under my breath like incantations, and hoping they’d stick.
Was that the call of an eastern phoebe, the small grey bird local to the Upper Valley?
After a shaky start to the season, Dartmouth baseball has won back-to-back series against the University of Pennsylvania and Harvard University. The Big Green remains behind in the Ivy League — tied for fifth after nine conference games — as their season moves into its final month.
“L’Absinthe” by Edgar Degas. “Tired” by Ramón Casas. “The Wedding Dress” by Frederick Elwell. These are the portrayals of women experiencing extreme despair that inspired Michelle Zauner in the production of Japanese Breakfast’s new album, “For Melancholy Brunettes (& sad women),” which was released on March 21.
The team that felt “blessed” to be there didn’t want its season to be over so early.
The climate crisis has arrived. From wildfires incinerating neighborhoods in Los Angeles, to Hurricane Helene’s devastation of the Southeast, to floods displacing Vermonters near Dartmouth’s campus, extreme weather events are harming communities across the country.
Before I arrived at Dartmouth last fall, I had not skied in over four years. Nonetheless, I eagerly bought a discounted student pass to the Dartmouth Skiway over winterim. I was ready to embrace the icy New England winter and revive my rusty skiing skills at a mountain just 13 miles away from campus. Sure enough, escaping to the Skiway, whether on a cloudy Tuesday morning or a bustling Saturday afternoon, has been a highlight of my term and made the season feel much less dreary.
What roles have you held on The Dartmouth, and what was your role on the 181st Directorate?
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall: it’s Gretchen, writing from one of the mysteriously-stained, slightly-too-squishy couches that lives on the second floor of Robinson Hall — the same couch I’ve sat on for the past four years at Mirror story assignment meetings. To be honest, I’ve been dreading this Editors’ Note — the last of the 181st Directorate — because the end of my time on Directorate is akin to taking the first step on the path that leads to graduation. And that, in turn, feels somewhat like stepping off the edge of a cliff when you don’t know what lies beneath — not to be dramatic or anything. Clearly, our last night of production is filling me with the first twinges of nostalgia for my college experience.
In my sophomore year at Dartmouth, I auditioned for the Dog Day Players — a highly competitive campus improv group. At least 100 people showed up to the initial audition. We were packed into a lecture hall, way over capacity. We filled every seat, poured out onto the staircase and lined the walls. It was loud and boisterous. People puffed their chests, deepened their voices and exuded extroverted confidence. I knew I had to make a strong impression. Despite having no prior experience, I managed to make the room roar with laughter and was selected, among a few others, for a second round.
Having chosen to attend college in a place that’s home to just over 12,000 people, one might hold a natural appreciation for small towns like Hanover. But even those allured by the quaintness of New England may yearn for some more excitement now and then — and a weekend in Montréal, Québec just might do the trick.
When I think about my past nights out on campus, my cherished memories are accompanied by a musical soundtrack. There’s a reason why I had LF System’s “Afraid to Feel” stuck in my head all last winter, and why this year I can’t stop singing the main chorus from the NOTION remix of Chrystal’s “The Days.” These rhythms served as the backdrop to nights spent in a sweaty fraternity, packed into a room dancing with friends or a now-gone situationship. Whether bringing on a wave of nostalgia, releasing negative emotions, building shared bonds among friends or becoming incessant earworms, the sounds of Dartmouth — particularly those playing in fraternity basements — never seem to quiet themselves.
In February, wintry weather is unavoidable at Dartmouth — from the freezing temperatures to the snow-filled walkways, the cold is sure to follow wherever you go. While some students respond by hunkering down indoors, students in BIOL 61, “End of Winter: Winter Ecology,” are instead choosing to brave the cold.
If controversy begets conversation, then on Sunday, the Caesars Superdome in New Orleans, La. hosted a performance primed for discussion. The Super Bowl halftime show is meant to appeal to the masses, which is why, for many viewers, Kendrick Lamar’s performance fell short — its dense, politically-charged messaging went against the mainstream audience’s expectations. However, I think the 13-minute set undoubtedly stood as a testament to a storyteller’s showmanship.
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