A Final Nightmare
It’s the end of week nine. The leaves are gone and the cold is here to stay. The sun will not appear for another six months. We all know what time it is. Finals!
It’s the end of week nine. The leaves are gone and the cold is here to stay. The sun will not appear for another six months. We all know what time it is. Finals!
We asked our writers to reflect on the year.
FREE SPEECH SAM and POLITICALLY CORRECT SAM are waiting in line for Hillary Clinton.
I’ve been telling friends that I am participating in No-Shave November because, you know, I am really cool. But no, I just have yet to deal with my face in what is now three weeks. I have more important things to be thinking about.
On March 29, 2013, The Mirror published Maggie and Maddie’s first joint article, “Sharing Like Wildfire.” They were pumped.
The Dartmouth received 243 responses to a survey about taboos on campus, including questions about sex, crime and hygiene.
After all, the Ledyard Challenge is just one of the College’s numerous nudity-focused traditions, along with streaking finals, the Dartmouth Seven and the blue light challenge. Although we consider these practices normal and acceptable, a closer examination may provide a different perspective — why do so many of our traditions require participants to be naked? Are we obsessed with nudity?
Aside from us, there are approximately 1,114 other ’19s at Dartmouth. They come from across the globe — from here in New Hampshire to Thailand to Kenya. And yet, we haven’t a heard a single one of them admit to being homesick.
What are the most taboo topics at Dartmouth?
I hate to admit it, but there is something special about going for a drive.
Man, only 11 days until classes are over. Where has this term gone? I don’t want to go home. I could stay here forever.
Close your eyes and take a moment to remember how you felt right after Trips ended. You were on top of the world, weren’t you?
During Maddie and Maggie’s freshman year, they quickly formed a little crush on a senior boy.
Halloween is uniquely celebrated in the United States, and the same traditions do not hold necessarily hold true for international students. Without being accustomed to such traditions, one might see our enthusiastic celebrations as bizarre or even outlandish.
“If you’re looking for the best place in Portsmouth to take a bathroom selfie, it is here, at the Music Hall,” Rosie says. Mental note made — I will return for a ghost selfie in near future.
Since the very first Halloween, people around the globe have always found ways to sexify everyday costumes — nurse, cat, witch, what have you.
Nine School Street is haunted. Residents of the 19th-century mansion today known as the Panarchy undergraduate society firmly believe that spiritual presences both malevolent and benign haunt the buildings behind its massive columns.
Fall is my favorite part of the year. Everything is dying. People drive up from Connecticut to celebrate death, taking pictures of the chlorophyll breaking down and the suicide plunges of hundreds of little leaves.
I know what you’re all thinking— “FoCo Joe, if you can conjure up random desserts every other dinner, surely you must have some costume ideas?!!”
After three years, I feel like I have networks — plural — of people to turn to and be with, and that’s a beautiful thing. Surprisingly, though, it’s not togetherness that’s fueled my happiness — it’s separation. It’s the D-Plan.