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Freak of the Week: Dating App Dilemma

Dear Freak of the Week,

A Love Letter to the Sun, Part IV

Dear Sun, 

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Editor’s Note: Green Key Special Issue 2025

As the Cheshire Cat once said, “I’m stranger. You’re stranger. Together, we are … strangers.” 

THE SACK IS BACK

As temperatures climb into the 60s and 70s, the Green has come alive: frisbees flying, house music blaring from oversized speakers and somewhere, without fail, a circle of students kicking around a small woven bag — a hacky sack. 

So, What Actually is Fizzin’, Dartmouth?

When you hear the words “Dartmouth bubble,” several iconic images come to mind: maybe lunch on Collis Porch, flitzing or pong. But for better or worse, a little bumblebee flying over an app called Fizz gave me my first impressions of Dartmouth.

To Summit or not to Summit

Whether it’s escaping the Choates, getting that long-desired single or striving for the comforts of “Hotel” Wheelock, the housing draw brings out students’ hopes for better possibilities. This is especially true for those living at Summit on Juniper, a College-owned apartment complex in West Lebanon.

The Great Dartmouth Relaxation Ranking

If you know me, you know I like to relax. 

Freak of the Week: We’ll Always Have Paris

Dear Freak of the Week,

Q&A with Guggenheim Fellowship Recipients

Since 1925, Guggenheim Fellowships have been awarded each year to accomplished individuals for the pursuit of a scholarly project in any discipline. This year, three Dartmouth professors were awarded with the fellowship: classics professor Paul Christesen, English and creative writing professor Carolyn Dever and history professor Cecilia Gaposchkin. 

Editor’s Note

As I blew out the waxy rainbow candles of my Lou’s birthday cake two weeks ago, I have to admit that I didn’t feel all that different. I was one year older — and no longer a teenager — but still surrounded by the same friends, in the same dorm room, with the same ideas and aspirations. Being twenty felt … ordinary. 

Finding Stillness on a Monday Morning: Reflecting on Rollins Chapel Meditation

Spring term should be filled with sunshine, lounging out on the Green and occasionally skipping class in favor of mid-day naps and river dips. But with the constant flow of April and May showers, the ever-relentless workload and the overall mental exhaustion that accompanies the end of the school year, sometimes the rest and relaxation promised by spring does not come until much later in the term. Still, activities other than lounging on the Green can provide springtime serenity. One such space is the weekly Monday morning meditation sessions hosted at Rollins Chapel. Held from 8 to 8:45 a.m., these sessions offer a quieter, more intentional kind of calm.

Spring Songbirds Sing: A Trip to the Vermont Institute of Natural Science Nature Center

After a bleak winter and the rain of the past week, spring is finally in bloom at Dartmouth. Bright smiles and sunshine light up every corner of campus. But with all the excitement of warmth, it is easy to neglect the unique opportunities that lie just beyond Hanover. While many students may endeavor to hike local trails, paddleboard on the Connecticut River or spikeball on the green, if you are looking to stare nature right in the face this spring while supporting local conservation efforts, I highly recommend visiting the array of avian exhibits featured at the Vermont Institute of Natural Science Nature Center. 

The Best Blueberry Muffin on Main Street

I’ve been on for seven consecutive terms in Hanover, surviving solely on the Ivy Unlimited Plan. I’ll admit that I’ve actually come to like most of Dartmouth’s food. But I am off this term and residing at Summit, so I opted out of the meal plan and attempted to cook and sample the Upper Valley’s restaurants.

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Two Graduations

This weekend, while the Dartmouth campus largely let loose in sandy, flower-strewn and muddy backyards, I took a flight back to Florida. My little brother decided to graduate from college in a hasty three years, while I took a gap year. Despite our two-year age difference, he graduated a month and two weeks before me. 

Freak of the Week: Last Loser, Last Chances

Dear Freak of the Week,

Editor’s Note

At dusk on Saturday, I lay on my quilted duvet, listening to the droning of my fan and infrequent conversations on the road below my window. Last week, I endured the kind of stress that numbs you, that makes it hard to believe the stressors are trivial. But I made it to the weekend, to a moment of stillness in the constant turmoil of the Dartmouth bubble.

Freak of the Week

My D.C. off-term situationship (CLASSIC Dartmouth canon event) is graduating soon. I think he will be back in D.C. in June. I am also going to be in D.C. for a few days in June, and he told me to text him if I’m ever back in D.C. … should I text him if I’ll only be there for three days?

Editor’s Note

My mom is a gardener through and through. She coaxes blooms from bare stems and revives the drooping and forgotten with a few muttered words and a splash of water. Whatever weight the day lays on her shoulders — fatigue, frustration, the quiet ache of repetition — it all slips away the moment she steps into our backyard. Five minutes among her plants and her spirit lifts as if it is photosynthesizing with the leaves around her.