Spotlight on Ray Crosby
Ray Crosby is a familiar face behind the counter at Collis. He's been serving omlettes, stir fry, entrees and smoothies there for almost nine years now.
Ray Crosby is a familiar face behind the counter at Collis. He's been serving omlettes, stir fry, entrees and smoothies there for almost nine years now.
Sophomore summer may seem like the perfect time to hook up: the weather is nice, clothes start coming off and everyone is drunk almost every night of the week.
'10 KDE: Yeah, when I get drunk I have the tendency to go to Theta Delt and sit on the bench there. '10 girl 1 [In Collis]: No, I know he's not like traditionally dateable.
Frequent late-night visitors to my Facebook profile were disappointed to learn last week that I am now listed as "In a relationship." The move comes at a time when many Dartmouth "dating scene" "experts" claim that campus, at the fabled crux of the "X-Curve," is supposed to explode with hook up potential.
Ah, sophomore summer. Warm days, shirtless frisbee players on the Green, vaguely "summerish"-themed tails with the normal amount of alcohol and a quarter of the people ... what more do you need?
For Dartmouth students, the hype surrounding sophomore summer is unavoidable: the intersection of the X-curve, the renowned scholastic offerings of Organic Farming, Engines 3 and Astro 2 and the opportunity to run back summer camp sans supervision -- all on a campus full of pong tables and no upperclassmen to take precedence.
Sophomore summer--so we've heard for the first two years of our Dartmouth careers--is the best term ever.
Notice the ties and heels running through campus at around 4 p.m. lately? How about the school buses departing around 5:30 p.m.
By Amy Davis I am against blind dates for formals. Now, I know what you're thinking: Why not take the risk?
Grey Cusack / The Dartmouth Staff Ian Tapu '08 was selected to lead his class at Commencement as one of eight 2008 class marshals.
'11 Boy [at the Hop]: I want to get Schroedinger's Equation tattooed on my back. '11 Friend: For what?
The days are growing longer, and the trees are growing fuller. Fenced lawns covered with that blue, chunky hydro-seed gunk are gradually welcoming grass.
Yes, video killed the radio star, but the Internet killed copyright infringement laws and artist royalties. Back in the day, radio was the medium where new artists were discovered and bands made it big.
I know it's early to start thinking about this, but since it's May and the seniors are on the last leg of their Divas Live 2004-esque farewell tour, I have started to feel like an old man.
If love is a battlefield, then there is no better war zone than our beloved Green Key. This past Sunday, the warpath could be seen across campus, in trails of broken glass, crumpled beer cans and condom wrappers.
Well friends, I'm not very good with the whole "later, 'tater" talk. I get all up in the mushiness like the sappy heroine of a Danielle Steele novel (the non-sexy sections). Or I brace myself against all emotion, devolving into awkward morning-after Blitz lingo: "So, um, that was fun.
About two weeks ago, the telltale signs started pouring in from my friends at other schools: Facebook status updates, phone calls, e-mails, all conveying the same message.
So there I was, at a complete loss as to what to write about for my last Mirror column ever. I could have made it emotional and nostalgic, but that would be useless.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Jennifer Garfinkel When our editor told us that the last Mirror spread of the year would be dedicated to the ruminations of our graduating contributors, she also told us that she wanted to avoid us all being overly sentimental.
Goodbyes are always hard, something I was reminded of when some this week's writers, namely the seniors on The Mirror staff, kept Blitzing me with their writer's block woes.