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This past weekend was the men’s swimming and diving Ivy League Championships meet, or “Ivies,” as we call it. I was lucky enough to watch my teammates swim their final races of the season at Brown University. I concluded my swim season, and ultimately my collegiate swimming career, a little over five weeks ago. The team at that time was just beginning to weather the bulk of its competition schedule. Now that the entire team is done, I have the pleasure of watching my teammates, particularly my fellow seniors, begin the struggle that is permanent NARPdom. The lifestyle is a transition — no more 6 a.m. practices, no more morning and afternoon workouts and no more excuses to eat multiple Foco desserts at dinner. That is, no more predetermined schedule around which everything seems to operate. Five weeks later and my body and mind are still struggling to put the pieces together.
It’s finals week. You haven’t slept in 20 hours, and you’ve been at the library for almost the whole day. Your stomach growls, reminding you of the fact that you skipped breakfast and lunch. Where will you go to get food? The logical place to go to is Novack or KAF; right after you eat a pastry and get some coffee, you can get back to studying. But last night, you think, you ate mac-and-cheese bites at Late Night Collis, and the night before that you and your roommate ate Ben and Jerry’s ice cream from CVS. Suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you had a proper meal or ate a vegetable. If your KAF pastry is raspberry-flavored, does that count as a fruit?
SAM SOON and ASAP SAM are procrastinating in 8 Ball Hall.
I love you, Dartmouth, but I blame you for my current illness. As I have been sick for pretty much all but the first week of winter term.
If you’re a college student who has been on the internet at all in the past few years, chances are that you’ve seen the famous diagram of a triangle, with “good grades,” “social life” and “enough sleep” written at each of the vertices. Written besides the triangle is some iteration of the claim that in college you can only have your pick of two of these. A quick stroll through Baker-Berry Library, where you will undoubtedly see students falling asleep over their textbooks, their friends nowhere to be seen, would confirm this notion. As a non-athlete, I can attest that it’s hard enough balancing these three elements of my life in my daily schedule, but I can’t imagine adding another factor into the equation: athletics. So I set out to answer the age-old Dartmouth question — how do our athletes juggle all of this, in addition to Greek life, research opportunities and other extracurriculars, at such a rigorous school?
Stepping off the bus for trips and instantly being attacked by upperclassmen dressed in flair and flailing their limbs, it was hard not to imagine Dartmouth as a happy, lively place. And, to an extent, I have been correct. The Dartmouth student body is, at least from my perspective, a relatively cheerful one.
Kaitana Martinez ’16 exudes happiness. In her emails, she subs out the typical “Best” or “Regards” closing, and replaces it with “Smiles, Kaitana.”
As an ’18 stuck in the drudgery of winter term, I often day dream about my upcoming sophomore summer. Trudging through the muddy or icy Green in freezing temperatures, looking at the bleak campus before me, I picture myself lounging on the inevitably greener grass that will be there in just five months. It’s hard to not get lost in this idyllic image of campus.
I think I can speak for most college students across the country when I say that home matters. These connections are sure to fall on a spectrum, but these relationships inevitably exist in some form.
WOKE SAM and SLOWPOKE SAM are waiting for the shuttle to the Skiway.
Has the housing system got you down? Is Chem 5 crushing your parents’ dreams? No problem! Jones Media Center just got a new shipment of retouched classic movies! Can you catch the subtle differences? So, whether you’re wallowing in a solipsistic coma or just drying your lonely tears of singlehood with your roommate’s Valentine’s Day card, these films are sure to brighten your spirits.
What a beautiful place campus is during week eight, as downtrodden students trudge through the muddy Green amid pouring rain. With Winter Carnival a distant memory, the snow sculpture a melted puddle and no indication of the cozy, wintry wonderland this term promised to be, it seems like there isn’t much to be happy about. To quote Hayley’s favorite, somewhat ironic expression of Caroline’s: “What a time to be alive.”
DROGUE SAM and ROGUE SAM are sitting on Collis porch in the mid-winter sun.
As the multitude of posters, signs and passionate political debates between students in the library suggest, Dartmouth’s campus was overtaken by excitement during last week’s presidential primary.
You turn on the TV and there they are. Politicians. Clean cut, well-spoken and devastatingly racist. One of them could be appointing Supreme Court justices and controlling your reproductive rights in 2017. So you’d better think twice before casting that vote. We took to the streets of Hanover to hear from some local voices. Here are sample conversations from the six most common categories of voter.
Hello, Mirror readers! We hope that you’ve recovered from the festivities of Winter Carnival and/or Valentine’s Day and are staying afloat at this busy time of term. At the very least we hope that, unlike Caroline, you did not wipe out on the ice as you were hurrying to class.
My name is Joe Kind. I’m a guy. I love FoCo desserts and long walks on the beach. People say I’m really shy when they first meet me, but once they get to know me they realize how much fun I am!
In the midst of this presidential election year, politics have permeated Dartmouth’s campus. A few weeks ago, our small state of New Hampshire held the rapt attention of the rest of the country as its residents decided, with ground breaking results, which presidential candidates would triumph.
I was “that kid” who loved politics as a child. I received my first civic education around my grandparents’ dining room table, discussing local and national politics with my parents, grandparents and cousins, which required me to keep up with the news if I wanted to be able to participate in the discussions. I remember staying up long past my bedtime to watch the returns of the 2000 election between George W. Bush and Al Gore and asking my mother what would happen if the election was a tie, a question that was probably a tactic to delay sleep, but one that is humorous and ironic in retrospect. In third grade, I developed an interest in labor history and in middle school, the feminist movement, attempting to understand history to understand the world around me. In short, even as a child, you could call me a political nerd.
For this year’s Winter Carnival issue, we chose to focus on activism at Dartmouth.