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What should be my go-to complaint about DDS?
What should be my go-to complaint about DDS?
80,000 — The approximate number of Dasani water bottles bought from campus vending machines annually.
1897. The 136th class of Dartmouth College graduated. The 141st class matriculated.
“Where are you from?” is such a simple question — but I dread it. \n You see, after living in England, South Africa, Poland, Sri Lanka and France, in addition to attending boarding school in Wales, the answer doesn’t seem that obvious to me.
I hustled out of my 2A last week, grabbed a bite at the Hop and made my way to Hanover’s first public budget hearing of the 2015-2016 fiscal year — a typical Thursday.
Jane was big on cubes, and most of his work consisted of gluing large cubes of cement or wood or glass together.
It was a crisp day in fall 2013 and Joby Bernstein ’17 was heading to the Alumni Gym, an extra bounce in his step as he anticipated his first day of swim practice. \nUnlike most walk-ons to the varsity swim team, who often email the coaches over the summer to secure a spot on the roster, Bernstein hadn’t corresponded with the coaches until very recently. But he was unfazed. He decided that he wanted to pursue swimming at the College during his last high school meet, and he trained intensely over the summer to prepare.
Three months ago, this campus’s media moguls asked me to rise to the challenge of writing a weekly Editor’s Note. I could only have flailed to the ground — uncoordinated, weeping and alone — faster if you’d had asked me to play limbo.
7 -The price, in dollars, of Dirt Cowboy’s fox mustard. 23 -The number of College buildings with the word “House” in their titles. 98 -Length, in pages, of Hanover’s fiscal year 2015 budget documents.\n 162,800 - The money, in dollars, Hanover allocated in fiscal year 2015 to road salt. \n 6 - The number of people who attended this week’s town hall budget meeting.
How many times have you moved while at Dartmouth? \n Of all the frustrating and invented competitions on campus, the competition for “who has moved from place to place the most terms on a row” is the most infuriating.
This week, staff photographers explored how gender intersects with campus performance groups.
Although Dartmouth’s Greek life is often the first social activity that comes to mind when considering gender-specific groups on campus, other activities frequently organize themselves along the gender binary.
It is no secret that we are not always taught to love our bodies. Bombarded by the images of mass media, from magazine covers to children’s dolls, we often idolize a peculiar notion of beauty that elevates a figure that is slim — but not too slim — above all else.
While many students may identify as feminists, there is certainly a discrepancy in how students define the term. This disparity is not limited to students at the College, however, as even within the feminist movement and feminist academic circles, the word seems to cover a broad spectrum of beliefs and ideas.
Like the illustrious David Guetta, you may look around this campus and wonder “Where them girls at?” You may also wonder “Where them guys at?” or “Where them people who fall somewhere else on the spectrum of gender at?”
Slut, creep, tramp, player — these are all words that have been thrown around to describe students who engage in sexual activity at the College, often in conjunction with those who participate in the perceived hookup culture. For years, activists and students on college campuses across the nation have decried the double standard to which men and women are subjected in relation to their sexual activity — or lack thereof.
I’ve always illustrated my personal taxonomy of jerks with the example of the equestrian statue. The first tier of jerks — i.e. people who are not jerks at all — will simply holler, “Hey, look at that cool statue of a fellow riding a horse!”
Michael Phelps is also engaged to the former Miss California, but he’s a total freak so I really don’t want to waste column space talking about that.