61 items found for your search. If no results were found please broaden your search.
(06/09/02 9:00am)
Look around. There are forks and eyeballs rolling through the aisles, across the back of the Green, seeping onto the graduation stage. All around us, people are jabbing forks in eyes and forcing each other to deal with the consequences.
(05/28/02 9:00am)
It took me two years to find it, hidden away on the corner of West and Maple. It took me two years of aimless searching, dissatisfaction and complaining to walk up the stairs and onto the porch of Dartmouth's best little secret: Foley House. Listed as just another affinity house (with "cooperative living" as its theme), Foley can be easily missed, overlooked or ignored. But it may be the best thing at Dartmouth.
(05/21/02 9:00am)
Apparently I'm as clueless as an embarrassed adolescent, a child who hasn't yet realized the world around her. For almost four years, I've resented the Greek houses, been embarrassed of their prominence at Dartmouth and even wished at times that they would just disappear.
(05/14/02 9:00am)
In this, the spring of my senior year, I have finally completed my first rite of passage as a Dartmouth student. Last Friday, I took (and passed, thankfully) the dreaded swimming test, and I tried my hardest to make it change me as a person.
(04/30/02 9:00am)
When some friends came to visit Hanover a few weeks ago, one of them said that Dartmouth seemed so much bigger than she expected. The campus, she thought, was huge, especially for the size of our student body.
(04/16/02 9:00am)
The wise are certainly out this week.
(04/02/02 10:00am)
I lost my identity last week. I had thought it was just a stupid Dartmouth College ID card, but then I lost it. As my life spun out of control and I disappeared into a nameless and identity-less being, I caught a glimpse of an empty vastness and learned a little bit about why we cover it up with little things like IDs.
(03/05/02 11:00am)
When I was trying to get into my car the other day, I slipped on some ice and slid under the vehicle. Of course I did this, because it seems that's all I'm allowed to do anymore: embarrass myself, hurt myself and then talk about doing these stupid things all of the time.
(02/19/02 11:00am)
I walked into my house the other day to find two friends sprawled on the couch. "Come sit down with us," they said. So I did. And as I leaned against my friend's leg and asked if she had a good day, I tried to give her arm a little poke (I'm not sure why -- it seemed like the right action to accompany the question). But instead of touching her arm, I jabbed her directly in the nipple. I poked my friend in the nipple. I was hating it. She was hating it. No one was not hating it. Naturally, it's a pretty weird thing to do, jabbing one of your friends in the nipple while asking about her day.
(02/08/02 11:00am)
I guess Winter Carnival is indeed the stuff of myths and movies. And with the wizardly theme of "There's Snow Place Like Home," I nominate myself as the Dorothy, for I believe that I am indeed the daughter of the Carnival, the tiny protagonist put on a long road of struggles to search for happiness and resolution.
(02/06/02 11:00am)
In order to discuss religious experiences during a class last week, my professor mentioned, as an example, that a few years ago the Virgin Mary appeared to a bunch of people in Wisconsin. The whole class burst out laughing. Of course, as it's clearly an absurd claim. I concurred with their response.
(01/22/02 11:00am)
When you trip on the stairs after meeting with a professor, when you realize too late that something huge is caught in your mass of hair, and when your stomach accidentally makes a weird noise during something important, you start to pay attention to the small things.
(01/09/02 11:00am)
This is the Winter of Fitness. It's time to stop eating bread and cheese for every meal, stop driving to classes (maybe), and stop sitting around for so many hours a day. It's time for unathletic types everywhere to find cute little sports outfits, plant big smiles on our faces and venture into that place formerly considered a no-man's land of sweat, weights and exercise. It's time to go to the gym.
(11/13/01 11:00am)
About a week and a half ago I bought a new pair of running shoes (not that I go running, mind you, but I am lazy and think they're the comfiest). It was time. I've had the same pair of sneakers for almost two years, even bringing them back into rotation after buying a different pair a year ago; they are the best shoes I've ever owned, and I did my best to save them, maintain them and keep them wearable. But eventually holes ripped and soles started to peel. And there's nothing else I can do.
(10/30/01 11:00am)
I went to Boston on Sunday to buy a pumpkin. Well, that's not entirely true, but I did go to Boston, and I did come back with a pumpkin. It was one of those lucky things that happen without warning but fit perfectly into everything you're thinking about and doing.
(10/17/01 9:00am)
My favorite Bingo number is I-21. It's the only number that, when I call it, is a complete and completely truthful sentence. Every time I see its face on the little ball in my hand, I imagine all of the Bingo players in front of me asking my age. And then, as dramatically as possible, I yell out, "I 21."
(10/09/01 9:00am)
In the past week -- the span of only about six or seven days -- I have fallen. Not as in "fallen down" or "fallen in love," but something much more devastating. I have fallen in the sense of great literature and tragic heroes. I have fallen so greatly that last week must now be considered "my downfall."
(10/02/01 9:00am)
I've listened to friends decide to go to medical school because they want to help humanity and make their lives worthwhile. So many Drama majors, Studio Art majors, Creative Writing majors sit around and agonize over the selfishness of their arts; they worry that they're ignoring opportunities to do something more.
(09/25/01 9:00am)
The whole thing is pretty bizarre, really. I
(08/01/01 9:00am)
It's easy to cry. We all do it sometimes, and I admit to doing a fair share of sobbing, even while at this wonderful place in the mountains, this College on the Hill (as they say), this Dartmouth. For me, at least, the transition to college life was far from easy; for most people, I've learned, it takes at least a little getting used to.