Guo: Calligraphy. Half-empty teacups. Moral character.
I swallow three ibuprofen at once, hoping to quell the pain that has taken permanent residence in my lower back.
I swallow three ibuprofen at once, hoping to quell the pain that has taken permanent residence in my lower back.
The six-week period of time between fall term and winter term is a time when most students can take a break from their difficult classes and maybe catch up on some Netflix.
I forget sometimes. Like many Dartmouth students, I forget that the sun does not orbit diligently around the College on the Hill and that, yes in fact, there is a world beyond this campus.
For many incoming freshmen, the trials and tribulations of transitioning into the college lifestyle are similar.
Last night we took a break from our editing work to share some stories. Our discussion topic: What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve done?
We arrive at Barhop a little after 10 p.m. and manage to avoid waiting outside. I have dragged my roommate along to check out this Dartmouth social space, and the night’s theme is “Winter Masquerade.” Accordingly, masks, feathers, sequins and glue are spread out on a side table, inviting guests to create their own costumes.
The Dartmouth sat down with Ryan Engelberger, a former Dartmouth student ‘12 who once missed a midterm to play at Lollapalooza, named his band after a dinosaur from “Rugrats” and inspires the rest of us to fearlessly pursue meaningful work. How did you get into playing the bass? RE: My first instrument was the trumpet.
This episode of “Two Indians and a Jew” opens with a pan. We see the room, light streaming in from the east-facing windows.
A pre-med and a trumpet player. A soccer player and an a cappella singer. These are just a few of the students involved with music at Dartmouth. For a college known to attract an exceptionally sporty student body, the music scene on campus is surprisingly vibrant.
Alright, alright, alright. It’s Week Two and your Mirror editors are back in the newsroom for another night of downing KAF coffee, comparing InDesign tips and investigating whether eating a raw potato is a crime.
Dartmouth students have the privilege of enjoying frequent concerts on campus. Just check your email or read the posters posted all over campus, and chances are, there’s at least one upcoming concert.
I walk to the stage, two-inch heels clacking on the polished wooden floor. I stand in front of the grand piano, looking out over the parents and students who have gathered for our annual end of the year recital. “This is for Mr. Mang,” I say.
The Sing Dynasty, one of Dartmouth’s a cappella groups, capped off 2016 in a remarkable fashion: performing for thousands at Pearl Harbor and then for the Obamas in the White House before the family departs in January. Before heading to Washington, D.C., the Sing Dynasty stopped in Hawaii for the second time on its annual winter break tour.
June, 2052. Mimosa count: 4. We raised our glasses, (at least) one sparkling alcoholic orange beverage each.
It’s known that Greek life plays a lead role at Dartmouth, but what if there was a different kind of “Greek” life present on campus?
“No, you can’t go out.” “Focus on school.” “Keep your priorities straight.” Many college students can painfully remember hearing their parents parrot these statements back to them throughout high school.
We return from a winter hiatus to catch up with the women of North Mass 310. Kayuri is in Warsaw, Poland, Corinne is in South Bend, Indiana and I am in New Rochelle, New York.
Allow us to introduce ourselves. We’re Ali, Lucy and Mikey, your fearless new editors taking up the Mirror gauntlet.
Of course, we all know that professors are real people with complex personal lives. However, it can be hard to imagine how they spend their time outside of the classroom.
Thanks to the small student population, the D-Plan, and the ever-important concept of facetime, friendships at Dartmouth are constantly forming and evolving.