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Once, not so long ago, this very house where you sit belonged to a wealthy family. Mother, Father and Daughter in want of nothing. Every morning they would wake and eat their porridge, every night they’d tuck themselves in. But all houses have their secrets.
I’ll admit it: I have a fear of conducting interviews.
The year is 2059. I have always dreaded retirement: the sudden release from commitment, the odd opportunities to spend my afternoons in pajamas. What am I supposed to do with the free time? Pick up another hobby, probably. Read more books — more non-fiction, definitely. Maybe even write a novel (plot, genre and characters to be imagined at a much later time). Take care of my granddaughter when she’s born (this one’s a no-brainer). Mentor med students? Teach some courses? Sleep. A lot.
Charlie Levy ’19 fears living with a purpose or wasting his time, not death. Haley Taylor ’19 echoed Levy, noting that the body is just a vessel for our soul. When Levy asked Taylor if she would go mountain biking with him or jump out of a plane, however, she said, “I am not afraid to die, but I am not ready to die.”
We picked this week’s theme, hyped up on the excitement of the best holiday, Halloween, but more honestly, our shared enthusiasm for candy corn. As Hayley writes this sentence while eating a bag of some from CVS that she found on a random table, she is wondering if corn farmers ever eat candy corn, and, equally pressing, why all farmers’ tops aren’t crop tops. Unfortunately, it seems as though everyone else has already moved on from Halloween, which seems to have come and gone too quickly (RIP). While we may not have Halloween for another year, we are still left with its most central ingredient: fear. From failing a class that was supposed to be a layup to getting hit by an overenthusiastic biker on the Green, the potential for disaster is never far at Dartmouth. With homecoming behind us and finals looming near, it seemed only appropriate that the theme of this week’s issue be fear. From the irrational, such as Lauren’s fear of bees and Hayley’s fear of not getting on table (just kidding, relax), to the more serious, such as Hayley’s fear of getting hit by a car and Lauren’s fear of a Donald Trump presidency, we wanted to look into what really keeps students at the College up at night. Some seek out fear, some are held back by it and some don’t experience it at all. Happy reading!
What is your biggest fear?
And this is Your Libido on Drugs
“Adult Novelties.” These are the words displayed on the windows of Un-Dun, a self-described “18+ specialty store” in West Lebanon. Notably, a white curtain conceals the contents of the store from the parking lot. To discover what lies within, one needs to go inside.
Check out sex at Dartmouth by the numbers.
College students are typically familiar with the term “friends with benefits,” yet their specific definitions often vary. Most frequently, this type of relationship is labeled as a “thing,” indicating that it exists somewhere between platonic friendship and dating but does not warrant a more official label.
The year is 2060. I sit in bed, two pillows behind my back, my granddaughter on my lap. I have chosen a new picture book to read out loud in honor of her newly appointed favorite species — elephants.