Freak of the Week: “At your back door yelling ’cause I want to come in”
Dear Freak of the Week,
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Dear Freak of the Week,
This past weekend, I walked outside my house at noon and didn’t see a single person on the street. What was everyone doing?
After getting into college, I wrote in my journal:
Upon first glance, it is hard to pinpoint exactly what makes the energy of spring term feel so immensely different from winter. Is it simply the absence of the snow that once blanketed the Green? Is it the rejuvenation students feel returning to Dartmouth after off-terms, or a much needed two-week reprise? Either way, walking across campus on the first day of spring term was like walking through an idyllic college brochure, with the almost startlingly blue sky, relaxing breeze and hundreds of students sprawled across the Green soaking in the sun. Everything was a quintessential representation of what college should be — fun, friends, freedom. But while my fellow students were bathing leisurely in the fresh spring air, I was trapped in a hell of my own creation.
As I gradually cross the threshold from adolescence to adulthood, I often hear my peers joke that their prefrontal cortex is developing when they find themselves happily going to bed early on a Friday night or confidently resolving an argument with a friend through conversation rather than the silent treatment. The prefrontal cortex — the part of the brain associated with attention, emotions, self-control and decision-making — continues to change and develop throughout adolescence and early adulthood. No matter how mature I feel at 22 years old, my prefrontal cortex has a few more years to go before it is fully formed. While it seems unrealistic that someone could wake up one day and suddenly be free of their FOMO or fear of confrontation, I believe that these changes can happen so quickly because I have recently experienced signs of my prefrontal cortex developing.
Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
As the Class of 2026’s graduation approaches, many are surely reckoning with those last few bucket list items that remain unchecked. Whether they hope to finally perform karaoke at Sawtooth, to tackle the Lou's challenge or to go to their first Friday afternoon class, time is running out. Careful planning is necessary to ensure a satisfying climax to the Dartmouth experience.
One of my favorite things about living in an off-campus apartment is that I have the option to cook and eat whenever I want. My roommates would probably make fun of me for saying this, given that I have cooked exactly one meal this year. However, if you count pouring my bottled iced coffee into a cup and sprinkling granola into my individual yogurt containers, then I have made many more meals than my roommates would give me credit for. I enjoy being able to walk to the kitchen in my pajamas in the morning and grab a cup of coffee and a yogurt to eat and drink leisurely as I get ready for the day. This routine emulates the sense of separation between home and school that I lost when I moved away for college.
Dear Freak of the Week,
This weekend, I finally decorated my room. I’d put it off for too long; only a knee injury and being trapped in my small corner of campus forced me to finally address my blank walls. I ended up perched on my bed, leg locked and crutches just within reach, trying to press photos into the corners of my walls. I used the wrong kind of tape, though, so the edges of my photos keep peeling up, stubborn and suspended in air. Every day, my half-stuck photos wait for me to get back from class, daring my hands to smooth them back down.
Dear Freak of the Week,
What are you most excited about this term?
Happy Week 1 Mirror! It’s Aditi!
Nuna Agbodza ’28 in Toulouse, France
One writer in Mirror this week is writing about classes that you take just for fun, and that got me thinking. I’m an English major, so most of my classes are fun by default. Go me!
Dear Freak of the Week,
The snow in Hanover is starting to melt, dripping past my dorm window and forming huge, sludgy puddles on the Green. The changing weather is getting my hopes up for spring — this past Friday I didn’t even have to wear a coat! So, I thought that it was prime time to search out the best mocha in town, before the drink is officially out of season.
Notifications flash mid-lecture. Laptops line every classroom table. Even breaks between classes often dissolve into scrolling.
The commencement of winter term in Hanover means a few things: three months of hibernation, trudging through layers of snow in thick snow boots and donning a rotation of parkas, puffers and trench coats depending on the fluctuating temperatures of the week.
In the last two years, I don’t think I’ve gone a single day without hearing the term “AI.” Every time I open Instagram or YouTube or even have a conversation with someone, artificial intelligence is bound to come up. And for good reason. Personally, AI has been part of my routine for a long time — especially as a computer science and math major. I’ve used it for years to help with coding, problem sets and helping me research, going as far back as when Gemini was still called Bard. But I’ve become tired of AI because I feel like it’s inhibiting our learning.