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(05/14/25 7:10am)
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.
(05/14/25 7:00am)
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.
(05/14/25 7:20am)
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.
(05/14/25 7:25am)
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.
(05/14/25 7:15am)
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.
(05/14/25 4:00am)
(05/07/25 7:10am)
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.
(05/07/25 7:05am)
Dear Freak of the Week,
(05/07/25 7:00am)
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.
(04/30/25 7:05am)
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?
(04/30/25 7:00am)
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.
(04/30/25 7:14am)
On the day I sat in on Professor Robert Weiner’s REL 1.13, “Sacred Movement” class, he lectured about his research on Chaco Canyon — a complex center of Indigenous pre-colonial ruins located in northwestern New Mexico.
(04/30/25 7:10am)
A filly is a female horse who is too young to be called a mare. That is how I feel, basking in the sunshine on this terrace at an unnamed university outside Philadelphia, visiting a friend. The academic references are the same across college consortiums, as is the language for expressing intellectual attitudes and the student’s routine on a slow Sunday morning. I feel young. I feel refreshed by the breeze. The trees are green. It is already spring in the mid-Atlantic.
(04/23/25 7:05am)
Lyndsey Emmons joined Dartmouth’s Office of Pluralism and Leadership as an assistant director in September 2024. During the seven months she has been here, she has led civic engagement initiatives such as Lunch and Learn and promoted Women and Gender Advising initiatives.
(04/23/25 7:10am)
Within three hours of getting back to campus this spring, I found myself at Late Night at the Class of 1953 Commons.
(04/23/25 7:15am)
Ever since ordering my first matcha frappuccino from Starbucks, complete with whipped cream and raspberry syrup it has become one of my go-to orders. While some people dislike the “grassy” taste or chalky texture of matcha, I quickly developed a liking for the distinct flavor, regardless of the form: ice cream, tea or latte.
(04/23/25 7:25am)
Somewhere in the dark woods of Hanover, there’s a graveyard of every class I didn’t take. When I buried Formal Logic, Modern Iran, the Hebrew Bible and every economics class after Econ 1 in that graveyard, I mourned the ideas I’d never study. But in my last 10-week term at Dartmouth, instead of squeezing the last drop of value out of my tuition, I’m using a rare opening in my schedule to take, well, nothing. And what have I gained from my two-course term?
(04/23/25 7:00am)
When I first purchased my Dartmouth-green, leatherbound journal from Staples nine months ago, I did not imagine that it would become my best friend. It was an impulsive purchase, inspired by the junk journaling hysteria on my TikTok For You Page. Last summer, I devotedly wrote and scrapbooked in my journal with the hope that I would eventually dive back into the life I was living. From Fourth of July polaroids to ripped receipts from a December trip to Prague, I stuffed the pages with a lifetime’s worth of feeling.
(04/23/25 7:20am)
How do I turn a situationship into a relationship?
(04/16/25 7:20am)
From Alice Lloyd ’27 in Buenos Aires, Argentina