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'11 Girl 1: ew. i just remembered someone spilled beer on my head last night and i haven't showered'11 Girl 2: i slept in pee and didn't shower. more ew.
While at first glance, it may just look like a baggie filled with those Frosted Mini Wheats your mom used to stick in your lunchbox when she was too lazy to pack you a real dessert, in reality it is so, SO much more. Basically, these crunchy white cages of chocolate peanut butter goodness are the only snacks that have the ability to at least somewhat improve my last-minute-gov-paper-writing sessions at 1:00 a.m. Somewhat. Unfortunately, DREAM likes to tempt me with a bake sale one day, only to disappear until two weeks later, leaving me without puppy chow for a much too lengthy period of time. So although I have no doubt I will forever remain a DREAM bake sale most frequent shopper, I'm giving them a little friendly competition with this week's DDS creation: puppy chow. 1. Get a packet of Crispix or Rice Chex from FoCo2. Get a salad bowl filled with a few scoops of peanut butter from the sandwich line (grab another bowl while you're at it).3. Pump about 5 pumps of chocolate sauce from the FroYo line into the peanut butter (or less depending on how much of a peanut butter fan you are).4. Get one packet of sugar-free hot chocolate mix, and one packet of regular dark hot chocolate mix (it's next to the entre line).5. Microwave the bowl for about 20 seconds, or until the mixture gets a little more liquid-y, and mix.6. Put the cereal in the second bowl and mix the peanut butter/chocolate into them until it evenly coats the pieces.7. Pour1packet of the sugar-free hot chocolate into the mix and either pour the mix in a plastic bag and add more in until the powder coats the Chex (this is most effective), or cover that bowl with the other bowl and shake. 8. If the mix doesn't end up as small bite size clumps, or is too sauce-y, incorporate half the packet of dark hot chocolate mix until it does.
As I enter the dorm room of Sydney Thomashow '11 (Lord 104) she offers me my pick of the Hello Kitty tattoos and a wet washcloth, scattered around German Expressionism art history books and wine glasses on her table. While she and her roommates busy about, I slap a cupcake tattoo on my wrist and have a look at the coloring book pages she's taped up on her wall. "To decompress," she eyes me in the mirror. "CVS, 3 bucks."
The way I see it, most of us sort of knew what we were getting ourselves into when we applied to Dartmouth work, and lots of it. Once you manage to pull yourself out of the basements, there's not much else to do on less than a half of a square mile campus in the middle of nowhere, especially once you add in our nine giant libraries.
In Croo songs, it seems like there is always some lyric about forgetting your SAT scores, or your general high school awkwardness because zomg! We're Dartmouth students now! Yet, when the trips high dies down and you've uploaded the last of your Orientation pre-game pics to your Facebook (10FallinginlovewithDartmouth:) ), you may have found that where you attended high school is having some effect on your Dartmouth experience. And maybe even that being awkward doesn't stop in high school: "Uh, hi are you a brother? What's the line? Fifths? Thanks, man."
I went to a prep school. Yeah, a prep school. As in living away from home, as in elitism, as in class on Saturdays. Prep schools are intense and unique experiences, and my time there has very much played a factor into how my college life has progressed. The effects of this run deeper than can be imagined.
At Dartmouth, we work hard and we play even harder. We are the elite. The cream of the crop. And boy do we know it. We haven't come here to learn, fools; we came here to make the big bucks.
Here's some food for thought. When I asked my friends what they thought stereotypes of private and public schools were, they answered as follows:Private schools: "exclusive, sheltered, academically superior, rich." "Snobby, overly cocky, pretentious." "Preppy, anal, good at blowing things out of proportion, arrogant." "Snooty, they think they're better than everyone."Public schools: "middle-class, underfunded, poor academic performance, overcrowded." "Stupid, poor." "Laid-back, heavily reliant on parents, somewhat immature socially and lacking in fashion sense."
Let me preface this article by saying that it is based on my experience at a public school, so this may not apply to everyone. Also, just because I say that public school taught me some invaluable skill doesn't mean I'm implying that you couldn't possibly have that skill also because you went to private school.
Private school is a strange and esoteric world. Bizarre traditions abound. The terminology for the breakdown of grade levels is nonsensical (Intermediate School? Huh?) and diversity is virtually nonexistent. The football team probably blows, but the squash team is guaranteed to be nationally ranked. Swathing your entire torso in plaid is status quo. And the annual cost of buying into this madness generally exceeds the retail value of a fully loaded Ford Focus requiring some level of derangement on the part of parents, if you ask me.
Everyone who goes to Dartmouth went to high school. It's the most obvious common experience we've all had. Teachers' pets, senior prom, locker room gossip, pop quizzes we've all experienced that. Or have we? Not if school means taking a test at your dining room table, the cafeteria is your kitchen and your teacher goes by mom.
At some point in my life I've been told that a grown man should never 1) enjoy the lyrical prose of female pop stars, 2) watch children's television (Jersey Shore?) and 3) cry. Well I did all three yesterday when I came across a video of Katy Perry serenading Elmo on Sesame Street. Haters gonna hate, but the last time I was this excited was when there were rumors that Bieber was coming to Dartmouth (BIEBER FEVER > KE$HA).
So, this past Saturday, I was doing homework in the library. (Sorry for being awesome.) Now, sometimes I listen to music while I study. And many-a-time this music is a playlist of various Now! and Jock Jamz hits. However, to enjoy these (once) happenin' tunes, they really need to be self-inflicted; if these symphonies are forced upon you when you're not in the correct state of mind, results can be devastating. The last thing I ever wanted was to resent the song "Space Jam." But on Saturday morning at noon, the unthinkable happened. Music came blaring through the walls of third floor Berry and raucous merriment aggressively emanated from Sigma Alpha Epsilon. Trying to study and focus on brooding, I suddenly felt accosted by fervent pleas to "slam." Excuse me. I did not asked to be "welcomed to the Jam." And, furthermore, I stand by my right as an American citizen to dislike to "move it, move it." You can't make me be happy, jolly or have a sense of general satisfaction while I'm in the library. On a Saturday. All basic contentment needs to be kept as private as possible anywhere within a five-pong-table radius of this place. I don't want any pep rallied near my oasis of despair. Thus, SAE has violated the first rule on my prescribed etiquette of what should be kept private versus public. (These two words are incorporated in the theme of this Mirror issue. So it's topical.)
This issue began as a conversation with someone about our experiences in high school in relation to our life at Dartmouth. Basically, we were on opposite sides of the question "Was work in high school harder for you than it is here?" and discussed who we used to be.I went to Stuyvesant High School (yeah, that place) and I can't turn around at Dartmouth without running into a former classmate. I feel Tom (read his column to get it) one of my high school classmates was also on my freshman trip.We've got two writers facing off on the issue of public versus private, with a third thrown in to point out that maybe, high school just doesn't matter. And what about those kids that were too cool for any kind of school? Not to worry, there's an article on homeschooling too.Speaking of home, there's that one weekend coming up. (See what I did there? I'm walking all over these transitions.) Anyway, there's no Mirror next week so I'll say it today. Have a great Homecoming everyone!
Competing in its first-ever Ivy League Championship, the Dartmouth men's club soccer team won all four of its matches last weekend at Brown University, en route to its first Ivy League title. The championship marks the first major tournament win for the team since its inception in 2007.
Tweeting, tweets, tweeters: all new words that have entered society's vocabulary in the last couple of years due to the emergence of Twitter. Even though there are over 80 million Twitter users, it is still pretty much frowned upon to mention that you have a twitter account. Maybe it's due to the people who first tweeted absurd 140-character statements, like the Kardashians or Paris Hilton. Or perhaps it has to do with the fact that people want to say more than just what 140 characters allow. But, Twitter has definitely made some positive contributions to one realm: sports.
Five players qualified for the main draw singles event of the tournament Ryan Reichel '11, Molly Scott '11, Georgiana Smyser '11, Rachel Decker-Sadowski '14 and Melissa Matsuoka '14. Additionally, Sabrina Stewart '14 will play in the singles qualifying bracket.