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My rental bike was stolen last week from the knoll between Fahey-McLane and frat row. Let me say, if you’re the mongrel who stole it and you’re reading this, I wish you no bodily harm. I would rather you grow up to perfectly resemble a parent you despise, or a person whose presence will remain addicting to you for the rest of your life breaks your heart, or you realize on an early deathbed that you never had a proud moment that came from within.
During the first weeks of this term, my social relevance somehow increased. With fraternity rush impending, I, alongside many other men in my class, was starting to be taken seriously as a potential new member by fraternities. This was a strange reversal from our invisibility to the frat brothers when we hung around in their basements as freshmen — it was almost a throwback to orientation. “What are you taking this term?” and “Where are you from?” were questions I heard far too frequently.
As the air gets colder and the sky starts to merge darker shades of blue and purple, I often find myself, whether suffocating in the stacks on Sunday night, hanging in my room or lounging on the Green, absentmindedly wondering why the bells of Baker Library haven’t yet tolled the “Alma Mater.” It is not long after I pause my work and mull over this thought that the bells unfailingly begin, and it is then that I resume my work with a habitual nod of satisfaction.
As I enter my senior year, I’m reminded of our collective dream to lead happy and successful lives. It’s difficult to avoid the contagious excitement that pervades our campus — we’re all here to figure out how to build and live a great life, while frequently having a bit too much college-rated fun.
This week, The Mirror is getting personal. I’m not really sure how it happened, but all of our writers this week added a little tinge of personal history to their stories. I feel like I’m consistently sharing those deep personal secrets with my very limited readership — although apparently I have 43 followers on Newsle who receive these little literary gems each week (hi Dad). I love the issues in this week’s edition because I have some personal stake in each and every one of them. As a former athlete-turned-NARP and a practicing Jew, the centerfold on faith and sports touched a lot of issues I haven’t grappled with since freshman year. It’s been challenging for me to find a religious community here — when I came to Dartmouth I tried to get involved with Hillel and Chabad, but they weren’t really my scene. Whenever I’m home and attend Shabbat services I’m reminded of how much my faith means to me, and it saddens me that I have been unable to find that here at college.
Last week, the College announced a task force that aims to create a cohesive administrative structure for the graduate studies program. As these plans take shape, we encourage Dartmouth to craft and boost programming to tie graduate students closer to the institution as a whole. Administrative silos should not lead to social barriers, and we think the College would do well to work toward an overarching intellectual community — one comprised of undergraduates, graduate students, post-doctoral fellows and faculty, a continuum of academics.
I am a profiler, and I’m the first to admit it. With the tailor-made boxes so many of us find ourselves falling into at Dartmouth, it’s all too easy to define and be defined only by appearances. In my experience, we inevitably make superficial judgments of people, describing them not by their interests but by their affiliations, majors or some other classification systems — things that don’t really speak to who they are as people. I often only get to know people in a very cursory way before making a decision about who they are and what kind of relationship we will have. In our community, which is composed of many small groups, it often feels impossible to keep things like clothing, teams, classes or Greek houses from coloring the perceptions of those we meet. But we must collectively fight this reflex and break the habit of social stereotyping.
After a successful week three on the fields, 12 Big Green teams return to action this week in Hanover and across the Northeast. Here’s our analysis of a few of the upcoming contests.
Fresh off a long-anticipated victory over the University of Pennsylvania, the Dartmouth football team looks to carry its momentum to one of the most historic venues in the country.
The men’s soccer team takes the pitch Saturday at Burnham Field, looking to remain undefeated in the Ivy League by taking down Yale University — which has yet to win a game this season.
Brown University:Last weekend, Brown hosted the All-Ivy Native Council fall summit, the Brown Daily Herald reported, drawing record attendance from all eight Ivies. The All-Ivy Native Council is an intercollegiate organization that seeks to build community on Ivy League campuses. This year’s theme was “Laugh, Heal, Resist,” to reflect the healing power of art and performance. The summit included workshops, a panel discussion and a comedy show to end the weekend.
In 2002, it was reported that Samuel Sherman, president of Independent-International Pictures Corps, purchased what many consider to be the oldest known photo of a UFO. The identity of the photographers were later revealed to be Amos Clough and Howard Kimball, and it was taken during an expedition in the White Mountains in New Hampshire during the winter of 1871. Many UFO enthusiasts, however, question its authenticity. In a book written about the expedition, there is no mention of the UFO being noticed by either of the explorers, and the distance of the photograph makes it difficult to discern much about the object pictured in the mountains. Regardless of its authenticity as a photographed UFO, the incident still maintains an important place in the history of UFO sightings in the United States.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without sound and music, and silence was upon the face of the night. And then God said, “Let there be EDM” and so God created the DJ.
The Tiltfactor game helps provide a new forum to discuss STEM classroom environment.