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(07/21/23 7:10am)
According to a 1947 article in the Harvard Crimson, “Dartmouth men take their college seriously from the time they don their green beanies as freshmen to the sad day of their last promenade about the campus in green senior jackets and canes. They all learn how to ski, how to drink, how to get along with people and how to cheer at football games … Pride in the college and a tremendous feeling of ‘belonging’ pervade the green Hanover mists.”
(07/21/23 7:05am)
If you were walking by the Green on a Friday evening, you might spot a horde of Dartmouth students on bikes slowly gathering, listening to music and preparing to embark upon a campus-wide ride. After congregating at an arbitrarily chosen time — some weeks at 7:03, others 7:17 or maybe even 7:11 — the group takes off, shooting in front of Baker, around Occom, past the Co-op, to the Rugby Field, back down Rip Road and finally onto East Wheelock Street. When conditions are right, the group ends the ride with a dip in the Connecticut. Founded by Jack Reilly ’24 and Tommy Bevevino ’24, this event is none other than “Wobbly Friday.”
(07/21/23 7:00am)
When I first heard about the DOC Fifty my freshman fall, I couldn’t believe anyone would willingly participate. The concept felt completely absurd to me: hike over 50 miles and traverse six different peaks from Mt. Moosilauke back to campus? I couldn’t understand why anyone would even want to support the hike — dressing up in flair and assisting the hikers in the dark at 4:00 a.m. — much less participate in it. Yet, I’ve come to realize the Fifty is a pinnacle of Dartmouth’s culture. The rugged and torturous 54-mile trek encompasses our ability to come together as one Dartmouth community. This summer’s version of the tradition felt especially special. Sophomore summer, despite the dreary weather, has been undeniably ours, a time for just our class to grow closer and forge deeper bonds with each other. Cheering for group after group of my friends as they hobbled across the Green, I realized that nothing has embodied these connections quite like the Fifty.
(07/19/23 7:00am)
In the spring, I watched from afar as my friends defrosted from the frigid winter. The snow covering the Green turned into ice cream trips and sweater-less days; meanwhile, I learned to live in a new city and tried to be an adult. From the outside, I felt like my class experienced a trial run of sophomore summer without me. Throughout my time away from Hanover, however, sophomore summer lingered on the horizon as a comforting reminder that my class would reunite again — just us — for the best summer of our lives. I pictured how my friends and I would drench ourselves in the waters of the Connecticut River, climb to the peaks of mountains, warm our faces with the soft glow of a campfire and simply exist together. This idea of sophomore summer was a blanket I wrapped myself in: a false naivete, a daydream, a montage.
(07/07/23 7:15am)
With every second that passes during your time at Dartmouth, you become less attractive — if you identify as a woman, that is. This statement is almost laughably absurd, yet it is the narrative that the Dartmouth X peddles to women.
(07/07/23 7:09am)
The popularity of the Norwich Farmers Market among Dartmouth students has exploded in recent years. Open every Saturday from 9:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. during the months of May to October, the Norwich Farmers Market has increasingly been considered a must-do for Dartmouth students seeking a local weekend pursuit.
(07/07/23 7:05am)
On top of creating a themed playlist and color-coding my Google Calendar, I religiously start every term with a bucket list. If not for the nudge of my termly bucket lists, I likely would not have capitalized on running a 10K, hiking Cardigan and Gile and touring the Shattuck Observatory in past terms.
(07/07/23 7:20am)
I recently read something that made me pause. It said that while our parents leave our lives too early and our children enter too late, it is our siblings that are with us all along. If only that were entirely true. The 14 years I spent with my little sister at home feel all too few now that I am far away from there.
(07/07/23 7:25am)
Occasionally, I find myself alone in the Dartmouth cemetery.
(06/11/23 5:00am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:40am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:35am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:30am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:25am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:20am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:15am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 6:55am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:10am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(06/11/23 7:00am)
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
(05/31/23 6:35am)
This reflection started where many often do: on the far side of Occom. At ripe dusk, the pond wasn’t completely still, but the low-hanging light cast detailed reflections over the water’s surface. The image reminded me of an upwards-facing mirror at the bottom of a Roman cathedral, the entire sky and rim of the earth contained imperfectly at my feet. In my frame there were so many types of trees: young saplings flaunting electric lime leaves, towering pines and even one kind of optical illusion tree where maroon-seeming leaves morphed into a deep green upon closer inspection. Yellow daffodils swayed at Occom’s edge like nervous divers, shifting their weight from foot to foot before taking the plunge.