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(08/08/25 7:00am)
I’ve been journaling a lot this summer. Not every day, and not with the intention of writing anything particularly poetic or put-together, but a lot. It’s mostly scattered thoughts — half-finished sentences, lists of things I’m trying to process, weirdly specific moments I don’t want to forget. It’s like the feeling of driving with the windows down after a long day, or hearing something someone said that hit a little too close. I journal in the times of the day when things slow down: late at night before bed, sitting in my parked car after a long drive or in the 20 minutes between class and Collis lunch when I need to get out of my head.
(08/08/25 7:05am)
Dear Freak of the Week,
(08/08/25 7:10am)
To be honest, I never put much thought into my sophomore summer living situation. I lived with one of my best friends during my sophomore year, so there was never a doubt in my mind that I would continue to live with her for sophomore summer, especially since our junior year D-Plans do not line up in the slightest. We knew that our dorm would be nice, and we were fairly content with our ways of life, so we never looked far beyond the College’s housing options.
(08/01/25 7:05am)
Dear Freak of The Week,
(08/01/25 7:15am)
Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
(08/01/25 7:10am)
Sophomore summer — an iconic tradition in which students stay on campus and take classes during the summer following their sophomore year — is a unique part of the Dartmouth experience. While spending the summer away from schoolwork may seem normal to students at other institutions, when a Dartmouth student announces that they are opting out of sophomore summer by taking it “off,” they are typically met with a follow-up question: Why?
(08/01/25 7:20am)
There’s nothing quite like starting your afternoon by getting thrown across a mat. Welcome to ASCL 61.10: Japanese Martial Arts, a course I’m taking this summer that meets twice a week in the classroom and twice on the mat — yet lingers in my muscles all week long.
(08/01/25 7:00am)
If you asked me what I was scared of on a normal day, I would say that I have a terrible fear of falling. If you asked me what I’m scared of while I’m holding onto a rope swing and soaring over a lake, however, I would say that I love that feeling of weightlessness that courses through me as I plunge into the cold water.
(07/25/25 7:10am)
Dearest fine readers of Mirror,
(07/25/25 7:05am)
Dear Freak of the Week,
(07/25/25 7:00am)
It’s week five of the term, and we’re now in the Dog Days of summer. I find myself waking up every morning groggy, still tired from the night out before. Cakey mascara stains my eyelashes and under eyes while my muscles ache from somehow walking over 15,000 steps the previous day — from class to the river to the dining hall, to up and down frat row in search of a party.
(07/18/25 7:10am)
Sophomore summer has solidified for me that this is the Dartmouth I chose. The Dartmouth where my professors remember my name after the first day, where friends of friends flitz me to their house parties and where everyone I know happens to be at Late Night at the same time.
(07/18/25 7:00am)
I’ve found myself walking more slowly lately. It isn’t a conscious choice. I think I just exist in less of a rush.
(07/18/25 7:05am)
Dear FOTW,
(07/18/25 7:15am)
Dearest readers of Mirror,
(07/11/25 7:05am)
I’ve been hooking up with someone repeatedly this term who I’ve hooked up with in the past. I enjoy hanging out casually, but I’m worried the other person is more invested than I am. I don’t see it going anywhere in the long run. At what point should I stop seeing my former scheme?
(07/11/25 7:00am)
A little goal of mine this summer is to explore every building on campus I’ve never been in before. Not just poke my head in, but actually be there, setting up camp with my laptop, drinking bad coffee in a forgotten lounge, watching the light move through unfamiliar windows. Dartmouth is tiny but still vast; I want to see how the campus feels when I let it surprise me.
(07/04/25 7:01am)
My hands shake. Not dramatically, but persistently, a faint tremor humming through everything I do. It shows up in the obvious places first: holding a pen, threading a needle, pipetting in lab. But it also sneaks into moments I wouldn’t expect, when I’m reaching for a cup of water, or holding the steering wheel at a stoplight. My hands have always been this way, and it’s been long enough that it’s simply become part of me. When I fumble for something or knock a glass over, the explanation rises to my lips instantaneously: “Yeah, sorry, my hands are really shaky.”
(07/04/25 7:05am)
I’m sitting at my desk in my messy room the morning I leave for sophomore summer. Soon, I won’t have to explain to my friends at home why I’ll be gone until August — and that no, poor academics aren’t the reason I’ll be in school this summer. I am required to be on campus! But I am excited about it!
(06/15/25 8:30am)
As soon as senior spring began, just like me, my phone felt the weight of graduation. It’s held four years of memories: formals, Homecomings and debriefs on the couch. It’s seen me during Foco late night and early morning Collis porch sessions, through my brief stints in the capitol and my class in Berlin. It’s stored carefully posed and rushed photos alike, some with my best friends and others with people I no longer even wave to.
