Summer Lovin'
For the past year or so, after many failed relationships and crushed hopes, my friends and I have relied on the dream of sophomore summer.
For the past year or so, after many failed relationships and crushed hopes, my friends and I have relied on the dream of sophomore summer.
It's said that Hanover is "where romance comes to die." This statement eases the worries of neurotic students like only a glass of warm milk or a corporate internship can.
Book: "Confessions of a Memory Eater" by Pagan Kennedy This novel is short (a good summer requirement) and provocative; its hero, a New Hampshire college professor, comes across a pharmaceutical company that sells a new form of LSD that lets its customers relive any memory they choose.
Dear Anna and Chris, As you probably know, I am a pretty big guy who loves steak. Not steak like Theta Delt, but steak like delicious meat on the barbecue.
ISO: Tall(ish, I'm 5'3" so taller than that), funny, kind, intelligent ... if only I knew what I was in search of.
So summer seems to be synonymous with nakedness -- a nakedness of all sorts. If not bodily nakedness, some form of nakedness nonetheless -- foot nakedness, for one, is very prevalent.
Tip Top-Notch: The New Face of White River Junction
Dear Hannah and Anna, I've been putting off thinking about graduating all year. This morning, however, during my daily 6 a.m.
'05 AD: "Ninety percent of Dartmouth lingo is stolen from me. Facetime, Facechug, etc." '06 Girls: "Neel, shut up." '05 AD: "Okay fine, but I popularized 80 perrcent of the words that are used on this campus.
When you enter college, people (and by people, I mean your parents' friends) ask you what your major is.
Why is Dartmouth's style evolution so mind-bogglingly slow? My theory: we're all out looking for play and students, male and female, fear that if they wear something risky or fashion-forward they'll scare off their love-interest.
So, it is that time of the year again. The time to say goodbye, so long, adieu, ciao, ma'asaalama ... With graduation on the horizon for a quarter of our school's population, I started to think about my own impending launch into the Real World.
It seems students are making more of an effort in the style department ... and it warms my heart.
I would like to add a delicious diner to the list of eateries enumerated on pages 8 - 9: For the biggest/ best pancakes in the Upper Valley take 1-91 South until exit 10N.
White River Junction is home to several junctions: it is where the White River joins the Connecticut River, where I-89 meets I-91, and where a handful of mothballed rail lines merge. The village boomed in the early 20th century, becoming a major hub for the railways leading to upper Vermont and New Hampshire.
Dear Hannah and Anna, What they didn't tell me at room draw last year is that the walls of my dorm are literally paper thin.