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Dartmouth saw a 10 percent increase in the number of early decision applicants this year, with an all-time high of 1,856 applications for the Class of 2019. This marks the second year that the College has seen an increase in the number of early applicants — following a 12.6 percent drop in early applicants for the Class of 2017 — coinciding with a national shift toward early admission programs.
ClearChoiceMD, an urgent care facility aimed to improve access and quality of medical assistance while reducing costs, opened its Lebanon doors Thursday. Visits will last just an hour each and cost about 10 times less than trips to the emergency room, founder Marcus Hampers ’89 said.
A committee of College administrators tasked with promoting diversity met for the first time in two years early last week.
The first time I felt really alone was this past spring, when I spent my off-term in Paris. I went there to write a book, to get away from dregs of Hanover winter and — like any good English major/expat — to find myself. In the first few weeks what I found were chocolate croissants and tulips. I found antique stores and creperies and hundreds of tiny dogs walking the streets that I desperately wanted to pluck off their leashes and carry with me to complete my perfectly Parisian outfits.
The Dartmouth chatted with Aine Donovan, who directs the College’s Ethics Institute, about Dartmouth’s honor code.
On the biology foreign study program in Costa Rica and the Cayman Islands this past winter, I was surrounded by some of the most diverse and engaging ecosystems in the world. Spider monkeys cavorted outside the classroom — scorpions lurked under the bathroom sink. As someone who grew up catching insects in Mason jars and playing in the mud, I felt alive. That’s not to say that the program wasn’t challenging. We wrote scientific papers every four to five days and moved to a new field station each week. I stayed up late and woke up early, but I felt happy and fulfilled.
The first time I wrote for The Mirror was the second week of my freshman fall in 2011. Another new writer — hi Sara — and I foolishly volunteered to take on the centerfold as our first story ever. I had never written for a newspaper before. I dabbled in creative writing and had a passion for Emerson. But I was in no way prepared to take on what seemed to me at the time to be the most important story I could ever write. The pitch? A full-blown survey about political climate on campus. Not only did I know nothing about journalism, interviewing or surveying, but I was also woefully uninformed about politics — having come from an extremely liberal city where supporting George Bush was akin to murder and finding a real Republican was like encountering a unicorn. The rigorous training I received from the ’12 editors was well-guided but ultimately useless as I wandered FoCo alone attempting to get football players to answer questions about abortion. As my writers know, I subsequently asked a football player that I’d hooked up with to take the survey, figuring he’d take pity on me. Instead, he pretended like he didn’t know who I was (another first), and I slunk back to the light side of FoCo with my tail between my legs, having lost both my dignity and 30-plus survey takers.
’16: “Guys, I haven’t had sex in four hours!”’16: “I’m not even dating anyone.”’16: “At least you’ve got that pap smear in a few weeks.”
With the popularity of the book-turned-movie “Gone Girl” (2014), the Cool Girl trope has been on an impressive publicity scheme, when she usually just lurks in the shadows. Gillian Flynn, author of “Gone Girl,” claims that this gendered role doesn’t exist — she is merely a fantasy that takes different forms in the minds of men, while tormenting women as she laughs and flips her hair. She never demands attention, never intimidates and never threatens. She simply reaps the benefits of being seen as feminine-looking and masculine-minded, but with zero self-acknowledgment of either. “Sexy? Who me? I’m just one of the guys,” she proclaims. Girls want to be her. Boys want to be with her. They wait for the day to come when a girl will just prance into their man cave, eat day-old chicken wings and drink Keystone while beating them at “Call of Duty.” He will know has found the one. And if he hasn’t found her yet, it’s just a matter of time until she appears with a glowing rim of light surrounding her — most likely at a beer-league slow-pitch softball game, a Bruins autograph signing, Comic-Con or a street meat hot dog stand in Alphabet City.
As soon as I had confirmed my place at Dartmouth this past spring, the very next thing on my to-do list, ahead of all the bills, visas and health insurance, was housing. It was of the utmost importance to me where I would be living for my entire freshman year, so I started researching Dartmouth’s dorms with gusto.
One Psi U. Two Sigma Delts. Two Phi Taus. Two unaffiliated women, one who had de-pledged. One KD. Two Tri-Kaps. And one women’s and gender studies professor. The theme? The Greek system — or rather, breaking down the invisible walls that surround it.
I’m sure you’re all familiar with the beloved children’s program “The Magic School Bus,” in which a batty school teacher leads a group of intrepid elementary school students on wacky adventures through time and space, learning a broad array of facts about the natural world along the way. Each of these little nerds has a distinct personality — the black girl is sassy, the ginger Jew is a weakling and the Italian-American boy is the natural leader of the bunch. All these neat character-types did a fantastic job force-feeding a generation of pre-adolescent viewers a host of useful prejudices by which to exclude and exalt one another in their mature years — but what did they do to help them learn about themselves?
Technology has undeniably revolutionized education, but this advancement must be critically examined. Not every subject benefits from laptops and PowerPoints — and clearly, the clicker system has substantial flaws that enable its abuse. Blue books and chalkboards still have a place.
This past Veterans Day, I was overwhelmed with the amount of support from people who took the time to honor our veterans, past and present. I received personal notes from friends who only wished to let me know that they were thinking of me that day. However, the appreciation and respect of the general public must be tempered lest members in the veteran community develop a sense of superiority or entitlement. David Masciotra’s sensational Salon article titled “You don’t protect my freedom: Our childish insistence on calling soldiers heroes deadens real democracy” could have addressed this problem but instead detracted from a productive dialogue by waging a semantic argument about what constitutes a hero and whether our wars were just — he even delved into police tactics.
When Dartmouth and Brown University meet on Memorial Field Saturday, they play the Big Green’s final home game of the season, while also stepping into a larger history of Ivy League football.