Freak of the Week: Last Loser, Last Chances
(05/07/25 7:05am)
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Editor’s Note
(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.
Freak of the Week
(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?
Editor’s Note
(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.
Learning by Moving: Spotlight on “Sacred Movement”
(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.
A Philadelphia Filly with La Flemme, or To Eat and Be Satisfied
(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.
Q&A with OPAL Assistant Director Lyndsey Emmons
(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.
Reflection: Who’s Going to Late Night These Days?
(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.
The Best Matcha on Main Street
(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.
Reflection: How I’m Justifying My Two-Course Term
(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?
Editor's Note
(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.
Freak of the Week
(04/23/25 7:20am)
How do I turn a situationship into a relationship?
Postcards to Mirror: Reflections From Abroad
(04/16/25 7:20am)
From Alice Lloyd ’27 in Buenos Aires, Argentina
Crossing Hollywood Ferry
(04/16/25 7:15am)
The road to my house from the airport is long and straight. The graveyard of oil wells gives me my first sign of relief. The ugliness of the city comforts me, and I slip into my familiar anger, the specific tone of which changes depending on what neighborhood I’m in. I wish I could be airdropped into my house this time, so I wouldn’t have to drive down this street. It is the causeway for goodbyes, for dropping friends off at the airport and hoping they’ll come visit again soon. Except this time, I am the visitor, and I am the only one to pick myself up from the airport.
‘Anything Can Happen’: March Madness Culture at Dartmouth
(04/16/25 7:10am)
Dartmouth’s athletics program is among the College’s biggest selling points, bringing together students, alumni and Hanover community members for games and matches year-round. 75% of Dartmouth students are involved in sports, creating a vibrant sports culture on campus. It’s no surprise that the NCAA Division 1 men’s and women’s basketball tournaments — commonly known as “March Madness”— are followed closely by Dartmouth students during the spring term.
Editor’s Note
(04/16/25 2:58pm)
Last Wednesday, I found a fresh bouquet of lilies in my dorm hall’s trash can. I’m not one to dumpster dive, but the flowers caught my eye, unharmed despite their haphazard placement in the bin. Armed with a vase, an empty San Pellegrino bottle —my second, makeshift vase — and a packet of plant food, I got to work separating the dying blossoms from the newer ones. I was relieved to have a simple task to quiet the constant thoughts of class, clubs and work, even as the clock struck one in the morning.
Reflection: With a Little Help From My Friends
(04/16/25 7:05am)
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.
Dilemmas and Developments: Q&A with Incoming Ethics Institute Director Julie Rose
(04/09/25 7:05am)
Julie Rose has been an associate professor in the government department since arriving at Dartmouth in 2014. She teaches classes that bridge ethics and public policy such as “Justice and Work” and “Ethics, Economics and Environment.” Rose’s research — which is broadly in political philosophy — focuses on issues of economic justice. Rose will become director of the Ethics Institute on July 1.
Pouring Tradition: The Rich History of Sanborn Tea
(04/09/25 7:10am)
When the clock strikes 4 p.m. every weekday, the historic Sanborn Library in the heart of Dartmouth’s English Department — adjacent to Baker-Berry Library — transforms from a study space to a tea parlor honoring a near 100-year-old tradition. Glass teapots appear, mugs are passed out, steam rises and cookies circulate. For one hour, Sanborn Library becomes a spot for students to take a break from their busy lives.
Editor's Note
(04/09/25 7:00am)
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.