Hanover: Missed Connections
The Mirror wondered what Dartmouth's missed connections postings would look like.
The Mirror wondered what Dartmouth's missed connections postings would look like.
’15: “I just wear my clothes until the wrinkles go away.” ’16: “I kept looking at my notes to give him a hint.
Three years ago I left home, hiking pack on my back and stiff boots on my feet, for my first-year trip. After our first day of hiking, my trip and I arrived at our campsite where we encountered a thru-hiker. His trail name was Lazarus.
The topic of anniversaries — our centerfold this week — got me thinking about the importance of getting a little perspective, which is hard to do while burrowed in the stacks or, in my case, lurking in my off-campus apartment. There are so many people I could have met, clubs I could have joined, apples I could have picked. It’s a good thing I still have a little bit of that precious time left.
I could probably write this yearlong column exclusively about Robin Thicke’s personal and deep-seated emotional problems. But I won’t do that to you, Phil. For this week, at least, I’d like to focus on Thicke’s deposition testimony from April, which was just recently made public.
The topic of this article is sorority rush. My first introduction to the nightmare circus of sorority rush came when I was a sophomore, sitting in Collis and watching what I later learned were bids get handed out. I saw girls come up to the table where the Rogue Eyes were seated, open an envelope and proceed to either screech with glee, or to twitch a little and give an affected “Yay!”
We asked our staff the hard-hitting questions on topics like leaf peeping and Homecoming.
What's in this week (and out — pledging?) at Dartmouth.
We’ve been lucky that one of our community’s greatest disasters occurred over a century ago. Tucked away in the Upper Valley’s quiet hills, it’s easy to overlook the possibility of danger. Students abandon laptops at library desks for hours, and it’s common to leave dorm rooms unlocked. The wiring in Dartmouth Hall has been updated in recent years, so it’s unlikely that it will once again burst into flames on a winter morning. Here at The Mirror, however, preparing for the worst is second nature. While we certainly hope that none of the following situations ever occurs, students must understand just what to do when everything hits the fan at once.
The Mirror participates in resume drop.
’15: “Hanging out with you is like hanging out with a 5 year old with an immense libido.” ’18 at the activities fair: “I signed up for the mindfulness club — it smelled like weed so I signed up.” ’18: “Oh, how do you pronounce it?
I don’t know about all of you, but these first few weeks have been some of the most jam-packed and stressful of my Dartmouth career.
Upon entering Dartmouth, students are bombarded with hordes of questions ranging from “What’s your major?” to “Where do you see yourself in five years?” to “How’d you get that wart?” For Joel Ash ’56 Th’58, the real question was “Do you believe in magic?”
As graduation looms closer, I need as much guidance as possible. Forget academic advisors and CDP — I’ve recently discovered that the sage wisdom provided through astrology is the way to go. Here’s what the New York Post’s “Postrology” section had to say to me and all the other Cancers out there: “The choices you make over the next few days will have a major impact on your social or professional reputation, so make them wisely. Above all don’t let other people rush you into cutting corners or cutting back on essentials. Do it right.”
“Son of a Gun” is a Dartmouth drinking song that’s managed to survive into the 21st century through the repertoires of a cappella groups and oddball enthusiasts. It’s also a favorite of mine, primarily because it’s basically a song about beer, which, along with my girlfriend and “Seinfeld,” constitute the only three things that give my wretched life any meaning. “Son of a Gun” is a joyful panegyric on fun and festivity — “Let every honest fellooooow / Drink his glass of hearty cheeeeeer! / For I’m a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer!”
Good job graduating from high school. I would say “congrats on getting in,” but you hear that enough already. How many times did orientation speakers describe you and your classmates as the smartest, most talented and most capable members of your graduating high school classes? Maybe you are, but there’s a word for people with grandiose views of themselves. So it’s time to start thinking about how to be happy at Dartmouth, instead of how great it is just to be here.
What's up and what's down this week at Dartmouth.
Four '18s told us about their first impressions of Dartmouth in this week's Mirror.
For the surveys, we contacted 411 faculty, of whom 39 responded, and 2,827 students, of whom 284 responded. Because the sample sizes are not representative, we did not calculate statistical significance for either the faculty survey or student survey, both of which were sent via email last weekend. Take a look at what we found.