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NERD ALERT! Because of my intense dedication to journalistic excellence, I have spent the better part of the last few days glued to my computer screen reading the diaries of strangers.
NERD ALERT! Because of my intense dedication to journalistic excellence, I have spent the better part of the last few days glued to my computer screen reading the diaries of strangers.
The tours are bigger. The NorthFaces are disappearing. The sun is occasionally visible. There's no mistaking it: springtime at Dartmouth has arrived.
I just had a painful realization. My life, since approximately age 12, has been a complete and utter sham.
Dear Prospective Student: Welcome to the hands-down tied for ninth best place on Earth. By now, you may or may not have been "dung" by that college you foolishly attempted to dirty rush, and it's time to realize that Dartmouth is the right house for you.
Life at Dartmouth is far from stagnant. Since matriculating last fall, I have witnessed several life-altering -- ok, fine, campus-alterning -- changes: there are a few more buildings (maybe I'll make it to the new gym?
Unfortunately, many men at Dartmouth put absolutely no thought whatsoever into what they wear. This week's List offers some style tips for men.
"If I gain 1.4 more pounds, I'll have gained 20 pounds this year!" '09 girl to other '09 girl walking to EW from the gym Girl with German accent: "Hey is there a party here tonight?" Guys: "Yeah, downstairs." Girl with German accent: "Sex on the beach party?" Guys: "Yup." Girl with German accent: "But where's the sand and the um ... sex?" Guys: "Uh, yeah, sex on the beach is a drink, it's the punch downstairs." Girl with German accent: "Oh, ok." [walks away dismayed] Chi Gam, Friday night "My first confession was when I was 12.
Dear Hannah and Anna, My roommate's idea of a shower is to sweat through his t-shirts until they are soaked and completely dry again.
Ever wonder where those people running out of the library at 9:59 p.m. on Sunday nights are going?
One student's quick journey into the Christian community at Dartmouth.
"I've figured out the secret to AD. Wear a low-cut top and get really drunk." Girl, AD, Friday Night '07 female, reading: "The only time I was in Canada, I was in u-TE-ro?" '06 female, correcting: "No, 'in utero.'" '07 female: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Canada." "Dude, she is 13 years old, that so does not work." Guy, Thayer lobby "How many cents does it take to mail a letter to California?" '07 Girl, Mass Blitz "Read this Blitz...this idiot lost his car, how does someone lose their car?
You have no excuse for a sad, bare dorm room. In honor of spring and all things stylish here are some simple tips for brightening up your environment: Have no mercy on magazines Make a room more inviting by papering walls with anything that pleases the eye.
My attempt at a serious Editor's Note: This theme of this week's Mirror is not meant to promote any religious beliefs, practices or customs.
Over Spring Break, I had a bit of a crisis. No matter how much ginkgo bilboa I funneled, I could not remember some of the most basic details of my youth; like what my crush was wearing on the first day of school in fourth grade, what he was wearing on the second day of fourth grade and where I buried that hamster-packed time capsule I'm supposed to dig up this year. Fortunately, I was safe at home in Chicago and had easy access to the tower of cardboard boxes in our attic that contain every treasure map/diary I've scrawled in since I was about nine years old.
Dear Hannah and Anna, I signed up for "Hunting Safety" to get closer to a hot boy, but am slowly realizing that it's a horrific idea.
We all know who J.D. Salinger is. We all got to know Holden Caulfield in high school; some of us even worship "Franny and Zooey" and the Glass family.