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Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
One of our previous Freak of the Week column questions posited a theory: that everyone in the world can be fit into two categories, a knight or a gnome. There are no concrete definitions for “knight” or “gnome,” and it’s purely an intuitive classification. Recently though, a cutting edge team of researchers at The Dartmouth came together to create a quiz that concretely determines whether one is a knight or a gnome.
Throughout the finals period, students trickle out in waves; first, a few suitcases roll down dorm halls, then entire floors become enveloped in silence. Sidewalks that are typically filled with late-night conversations, hurried footsteps and constant movement become quiet, then empty.
Hanover winter elicits a strange combination of feelings for me. As someone didn’t participate in winter sports growing up, Dartmouth in winter often feels like a playground. On any given day in the term, skiing, skating, sledding and more are at any student’s fingertips — so long as one is not drowning in assignments, social engagements and whatever else makes each week feel like a sprint.
Dear FoTW,
I always thought of Dr. Seuss as a guy who wrote children’s books. But at Dartmouth, his influence stretches well beyond that age range. With one short email, thousands of students spill onto the Green, armed with packed snow and winter cheer, ready for the annual snowball fight.
Hi Mirror, it’s Leila!
Julianna Wong ’28 in Berlin, Germany
Dear FOtW,
In the spirit of the New Year, a friend of mine recently sent me her “2025 ins and outs” list, which she rediscovered in the depths of her notes app. For those who might not be on New Year’s resolution TikTok, an “ins and outs” list is a compilation of things one brings with them into the New Year and leaves behind in the past year. I laughed to myself as I read through my friend’s list from last year, clearly a result of New Year’s brain — that fleeting rush of adrenaline and ambition that washes over people come January 1st. It’s the reason why open treadmills in the gym are nearly impossible to come by for the first couple of weeks of winter term.
The thing that motivates students most during finals season in Hanover is the promise of going home when it’s all over. Most students leave to go home for the 6-week break, while others have no choice but to stay. After 10 weeks of hustle and bustle, I waved goodbye to my friends and saw the campus usually packed with Dartmouth students suddenly empty. This winterim, the second I’ve spent on campus alone, the realization of my isolation became more apparent than ever.
This past fall, I was the first Dartmouth student to study abroad, and now I’m hoping to be the first Mirror writer to write about it. During my three months away, I joined 19 other students on the English and Creative Writing foreign study program in London, which is offered every two years. While on my program, we toured different parts of London, along with the neighboring cities of Bath and Canterbury. Our classwork revolved around the ways that different authors interact with the cityscape of London.
As fall term winds down and campus prepares for winterim, some Dartmouth students find themselves celebrating the holiday season weeks earlier than its actual dates. Rather than dampening festivities, the long break schedule has produced an array of unique traditions — from cozy craft nights to full-scale Thanksgiving banquets — that bring students together before they scatter for the six-week break.
At the end of my sophomore summer, I found myself standing in the backyard of my sorority house under a canopy of twinkle lights and gold streamers. Everything glowed — the grass, the music, the people I loved, all blurred together in this warm, shimmering haze. We were laughing and crying and dancing in circles, hugging each other so tightly it felt like maybe, if we held on long enough, we could keep the night from ending. Later, after everyone drifted home, a few of us climbed out onto the roof, still in our formal dresses, staring out over the edge as we talked into the early hours of the morning. It was dramatic in the most delicious way, an ending that knew it was an ending.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like a broken record. Whenever anyone asks me how my term is going, the first thing I can think to say is, “It’s flying by.”
Dear Freak of the Week,
Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
13 days from now, the Dartmouth Coach will take me away from Hanover and will likely not bring me back until next fall. 13 days from now, I will say goodbye to the friendships I’ve had since freshman fall and those I’ve made this term, to my current favorite study spots — the Foco tiny booths and Novack high tables — and to the ridiculously cramped bathroom stalls in my dorm building. 13 days from now, my D-Plan will force me — or allow me, depending on how you look at it — to take a roughly nine month break from campus.
Between the crisp air and steady rhythm of students crossing the Green, campus settles into a leisurely pace on Saturdays. For many, it’s just another weekend. But for a select few, it’s a long-awaited relief because their romantic partners have finally arrived for a visit.
What are you (thinking of) studying?