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What should I keep private during introductions?
What should I keep private during introductions?
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Nothing about these initial casual interactions could have forecasted the strong — even lifelong — friendship that the Leshers would forge with Li.
Last week I stepped up my social media game.
We asked students across campus to share secrets, hopes and fears with us.
As children we are asked to share all the time. We’re asked to share toys with our friends, clothes with our younger siblings and tents with our fellow campfire scouts.
Thou shalt not commit tripcest. Thou shalt not commit floorcest. Thou shalt not commit Writing 5-cest.
I went to a really good high school. I know this because when I look up my high school on any of the websites that rank high schools and say which ones are the best, these websites all agree my high school is one of the best.
You can run, you can hide, but you just can’t avoid the 2016 presidential election hype.
Mirror readers, Mirror readers, the end of your agony approaches!
10 — The number of schools who share books with Dartmouth via Borrow Direct.
Standing outside the Choate House, the simple building with a white clapboard exterior, simple cement walkway and forest green shutters, looks little more remarkable than a prototypical suburban home. Students and faculty alike scurry past. They hardly glance at it.
Last year, staff photographer Eliza McDonough took a look at the library during finals period. She returned to the same subject this term, but highlighted a different side of the space.
So it’s my humble duty to bring the charter up to date and see how well the College is satisfying Wheelock’s original intents.
My anxiety pertains to the particularly discriminatory horror I feel for my being gay and others’ awareness of it.
Carolyn Dever, appointed Provost this summer, sits down with The Mirror.
Enraptured by the conquests of my literary heroes, I wasn’t exactly admiring those ever-present ethereal creatures we call librarians. My mistake.
Over the break, I had the opportunity to have my eyes retested since, to me at least, my vision had deteriorated enough in the harsh palms of winter so as to render everything I saw like one of Monet’s haystacks.