The Friday Quickie: When STDs Attack
Due to sorority blitz lists and their powers of persuasion, rumor had it that The Herp has been circulating around campus.
Due to sorority blitz lists and their powers of persuasion, rumor had it that The Herp has been circulating around campus.
A Scottish, short-term volunteer named Kirsten left a note when she left Biloxi. "Thanks for letting me in so graciously to your wee world even though I was here but for a short time.
This has not been the easiest of terms for the house manager of my sorority. I don't envy she who is tasked with blitzing out to sisters to tell them that no, in fact, when the town's water supply goes AWOL, they cannot take a shower despite their recent trip to the gym, nor can they do their laundry even though they really want that skirt clean.
Vermont usually summons stereotypical images of cows, maple syrup, glowing green mountains and liberals.
When it comes to hanging out on Dartmouth campus, we all have our place of choice. But what makes a certain frat or sorority so special when planning your night out?
Fraternity bathrooms are like snowflakes. No two are the same. Though, I'll be honest, the comparison pretty much stops there.
I am continually amazed by the things that come out of the mouths/keyboards of the Dartmouth population, particularly when comments are made in an anonymous forum.
The schedule of college groups volunteering over spring break was made months in advance, so I had plenty of time to plot how I would prove myself a better human being than the Harvard-bots: arm wrestling, perhaps, or a contest of SAT-style analogies. Go!
So you think it's over? You worked hard in school, made Career Services your best friend, perfected your resume until you had it memorized and dedicated 10 weeks of your life to corporate recruiting.
Ah munchies, that urgent hunger that must be fulfilled, that need for anything edible, as long as it's not a salad and preferably is covered in cheese.
On any given Friday night an intimate group can be found on the second floor of any fraternity, passing a joint as philosophical discussion ensues.
So it's April 20th, also known as 4/20, also known as time to get high. Yes, this day's date is both the hour to toke and our favorite code word for smoking marijuana and talking about it in front of oblivious squares.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Staff Nothing brings to mind a college campus quite like weed and alcohol.
When John Ledyard arrived at Dartmouth in the spring of 1772, he grabbed everybody's attention with his flashy clothes and his carriage -- the first to ever reach Dartmouth.
'09 Sigma Delt: I'll pee in a frat shower if I have to go, but I would NEVER go in the sink. Ew. '08 Kappa: Oh my God, I want a stick of meat! Christian 1: I'm going to go see "The Passion of the Christ," do you want to come? Christian 2: Nah, it's too bloody.
Quick! What do a stump-toed ghecki, yards of astroturf and a past-its-Halloween prime princess costume all have in common?
Senior spring is a wonderful time, particularly if you're not taking classes. Being at school without actually having to go to school has afforded me (and a handful of my similarly toolish former AP-scholar friends) a whole lot of free time.
I am in the Dayton, Ohio airport waiting to fly back to Biloxi. My first eleven weeks on the Gulf Coast were like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State: challenging, strangely beautiful and likely to change my life. At the end of the movie, Zach Braff experiences a Natalie montage set to silly hipster music.
I have never been much for lyrics. There are plenty of bands that I love. I may know only about five lyrics from their entire discographies but continue to recommend them to friends.
One of the staples of my college tours was the ubiquitous "blue light emergency phone." Inevitably, a parent would question the safety of 20-somethings cavorting around alone at all hours.