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What’s the next dancing sensation now that twerking is out?
19 — The age of Alia Sabur, the world’s youngest college professor
The first week of a partnership is delicate. Our working relationship was almost shot when Maddie proposed running an entire article on Taylor Swift. Charlie disagreed so vehemently that for once in his life, he was incapable of emitting a single sound.
14 —The number of private colleges in New Hampshire
I have a lot of opinions but want to keep my name private. What should I do?
Thou shalt not commit tripcest. Thou shalt not commit floorcest. Thou shalt not commit Writing 5-cest.
Sharing is caring, right?Wrong. While there are definitely some things that are good to share, there are many things you should keep to yourself. For starters, you should never share needles. Other things you probably shouldn’t share include razor blades, clickers, bequests, mascara, drinks, passwords, toothbrushes and headphones.
10 — The number of schools who share books with Dartmouth via Borrow Direct.
The Baker Tower clock rang eight times on the morning of February 18, 1904. As campus began to come alive and students awoke, a fire broke out in Dartmouth Hall. Clouds of smoke billowed from the building as students raced to the scene amid sounds of ringing alarms. Water supplies for the volunteer fire department were low, and crowds stood idly by in sub-zero temperatures and watched as the iconic building burned to the ground. Less than two hours later, nothing was left but a pile of ashes and two window frames.
I lost my best friend’s lion mask after a night out during sophomore fall. Leaving your friends’ property in a fraternity basement is always a careless mistake, and this certainly wasn’t the first time I had done it. I soon learned, though, why this absentmindedness was particularly upsetting to my friend. I hadn’t just lost any lion mask — I had lost his bequest.
Here at the Mirror we like to write silly articles. We like to write about the campus blue lights, the different kinds of falafel at FoCo and even the dating dynamics on campus. While some of these fun ideas have blossomed into great articles, often stories in need of deeper thought remain on the shelf. Typically, when articles are pitched for the Mirror, the editors offer many different angles for the writers to take. Here is the pitch for today’s article:
Picture yourself on a boat on the river. Tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Naturally, you upload an unfiltered Instagram because the sky looks sick. You ironically caption “it just sucks to be at summer school #dartmouthmusicfestival #14x #nofilter #live,” so all of your friends back home know you are not actually taking legitimate classes. Somebody calls your phone and you answer it quite slowly because your hands are wet and you can’t slide to unlock. It’s your trippee and she’s screaming at you to get to the Green because Baker Berry is on fire. There’s a giant crowd watching, Bob Dylan is next up to perform and every couple of seconds someone else starts setting off fireworks. Passersby are pelted by water balloons from the Collis porch. Safety and Security has given up on writing people’s names down because they just can’t keep up.
You’re walking around campus when BAM! You spot your unicorn walking toward you. You’ve already seen them three times today, and you know you will see them at least three more. Are they stalking you? Are you subconsciously stalking them? Either way, they are coming closer. You stare off at a tree in the distance, trying your best to avoid the awkward eye contact, but it’s inevitable. Right as they pass by, you look up and give them the usual half-smile. “See you soon,” you think.
Do Tuckies rage?
Congrats. You've been asked out by someone for a meal — just the two of you. Maybe you're just friends. But we're going to overanalyze this.
My heart is pounding, but I continue to walk toward the end of the hallway. It becomes darker and darker as I near the door at the end — the undergraduate advisor’s single. I finally come to the door, lit up by a single flickering light. Hesitantly, I reach my hand out and knock three times.
I can remember my first time in the 1902 Room. My trippee said it was a cool place to study, so I went with her after my 12. When we sat down, I loudly asked her why the room was so quiet. She shushed me. This was not only my first time in the 1902 Room, but also my first time in a quiet study space. At the moment, I didn’t really get why people wanted to study in silence. It just wasn’t my scene.
There was a time when dressing up as a rabbit was the highlight of your year. You heard the final click of the sewing machine, put down your Pokemon cards, took your eyes off of PBS Kids and stared in awe at the fluffy white suit in your mother’s hands. You wore it for weeks in anticipation. You begged to wear it to school and were denied. When the big night finally came you cringed as your mother pinned your white tail to your fluffy rump, fearing it might poke into your real skin. Once your three whiskers, drawn with mom’s best eyeliner, were finished and your pink lipstick nose was applied, you were ready to hop down the bunny trail. Your sister, mummified with toilet paper, stood next to you for the picture. She then took your small hand in hers and led you to the first house because she’d done this before. As you toddled to keep up with her, your pumpkin-shaped candy bucket bobbed against your leg like a merry ghost. From the porch your mother watched you go, waving but not worrying. She knew you’d come back eventually.
You would never use your backpack as a battering ram to get to the front of the line at KAF, or would you? While it might be okay to be a little more aggressive at FoCo, there are several unwritten rules to dining etiquette at Dartmouth. After a year of observation, we have taken on the task of defining these unwritten rules to help out those of us who just don’t catch on to social cues.
The name "thru-hiker" is given to those who hike the entirety of the Appalachian Trail, a 2,200-mile stretch from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. The AT runs down Hanover's Main Street, making it the furthest north of the 10 towns who have main streets on the trail.