Editors' Note
As students, we recognize that the College environment can artificially insulate students away from the grittier, often uncomfortable truths of the world that lie beyond this hill. But the current cultural momentum — a push toward recognizing social inequalities and privileges — penetrates even our Big Green bubble, and so we challenge our readers to reflect on these topics.
Style Watch
The student body was looking good on Monday. Maybe it was the glow from the remnants of a great weekend. Maybe it was excitement for the next round of midterms. Or maybe it was the weather. After several weeks of questioning why this term is called “spring term” when there was still snow on the ground and nightly temperatures often below freezing, spring has officially sprung, and on Monday, the sun was out, the sky was blue and the Green looked kind of green in some places.
Boots and Rallies
American teenagers are wont to deploy the abbreviation “ilu” in text messages to one another. Like most of these abbreviations, such as “lol,” “brb,” “srs,” “gj” and the rest of that ilk, I find “ilu” a hideous piece of language. I cannot imagine a 17-year-old boy with tears streaming down his Dorian face, calling up to the object of his infatuation on a cold Italian spring night, “Silvia, Silvia, ilu! ilu!”
Fridays with Marian
For reasons that I don’t understand, on Saturday night many of my peers (on pay-per-view) and celebrities/high-rollers (at the ring in Las Vegas via private jet) watched “the fight.” Yes, this is how people referenced the much-hyped boxing match between Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao.
Through the Looking Glass: The Great Ashley
Ashley was a green light I never expected.
Out of Style
Here, we take a closer look at changes to how students have communicated over the years, what the most facetimey spots have been and how the job market has evolved.
The Art of Email
This is an age of brevity. Mounting time pressures shorten the day, and communication has become increasingly instantaneous and concise. In-person meetings become email threads, email threads become texting conversations and even written text often devolves into Emoji soup. On this campus, even the world “email” is clearly one syllable too long.
The Other D-Style
Late night,\nCome and pick me up, let’s grab a bite.\nLong line,\nCould end in mozz sticks or some Hop fries.
Editors' Note
While the dopey egoists are away, the mice will play.
The D Runs the Numbers
$845 — The price of Canada Goose Citadel fur-trimmed down parka
If You Don't Know, Now You Know
How can I be trendier? Maddie responds.
Through the Looking Glass: Losing My Balance
It would have been impossible to imagine what this place would be like, what it would mean to call Hanover home. The opportunity to attend a school like Dartmouth, as many will undoubtedly remind you, is an incredible thing. Yet, it seems students often fall into one of two traps — that of either relentless complaints aimed at the College or the unquestioned glorification of College tradition with no critique.
The Thirtysomethings Among Us
Fear not, student body. Yak away about your professors’ in-class jokes and the long list of things you’d rather do than sit through one more lab.
Through the Looking Glass: Losing My Balance
And while our time here may be full of friendships, formals and seemingly endless midterm weeks, the true prize of the College is the strength it can give you to go out into the world and have confidence in your ability to make a difference.
Unitarian Universe
So a priest, a rabbi and a monk walk into a Unitarian Universalist church.
Drop the Bass
The dance floor is crowded — it’s a Friday night after all. I wind my way around raised arms, shaking booties and that one person trying to twerk on the wall in the corner.
The Upper Valley's "Other" AT
Just as I was assigned to write a piece on riding Advance Transit for three hours, I ran out of ramen noodles and had to send some important documents back to Seoul for my internship in the summer. How handy — I could work on my story and run the errands at the same time! I decided to go to the FedEx shipping center in Lebanon and then drop by Walmart in West Lebanon.
Boots and Rallies
At some point this weekend, I overheard Mikayla Delores-Burt — one of my associates — stumble over the last word of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s most famous line with hilarious results: “I like big butts, and I cannot die.”
Fridays With Marian
What a week. Writing this column in the midst of crises in Baltimore and Nepal, this all feels silly. And yet here we are.