Rocking the Vote
"Dartmouth is the biggest voting bloc in New Hampshire." This is a myth that can be busted right away.
"Dartmouth is the biggest voting bloc in New Hampshire." This is a myth that can be busted right away.
Pollen, pet dander and peanuts all are common allergies in this day and age. Find yourself a squeamish four-year-old, and chances are the kid has all three.
You are handed a cup. There is some unidentifiable concoction sloshing around inside. This is definitely not something you can buy at Stinson's.
There's perhaps nothing that stands in starker contrast to the Egyptian climate than that of Hanover.
Recent fall rain pushed me inside and in pursuit of another establishment to add to my personal, college career-spanning diner tour.
Dear Gardner and Kate, My friends always want to hang out and do activities, but I feel like I have work to do.
You're reaching that age when you can't mention a casual movie date to your mom without her giving you that overly giddy smile.
Joanne Zhao / The Dartmouth I've never been one for ghost stories.
You know that laundromat on Allen Street that recently and suddenly shut down? Pretty sure the only laundering they did there was with money. Joe Asch is the head of DDS. The bonfire is cancelled this year... Less blazing, less hazing. The glass study rooms on FFB are actually experiments conducted by the psych department. Jim Kim has a lower back tattoo.
The College cannot monitor words over Blitz Mail
Sunday morning sophomore fall. I walk down Mass Row. "Sooo?!?!" an '11 enthusiastically asks me. I raise one eyebrow and tilt my head. "What?" As if I don't know what she is asking about.
Note to readers (May 23, 2014): When The Dartmouth found thatJake Bayer '16 had fabricated a quotation, wedecided to remove his articles from our website. For a full statement, clickhere.
It may seem strange that there are people unaffiliated with the College who regularly use Dartmouth as a home.
I have always assumed that I understood what "dead" languages were. At Dartmouth, I have several friends who smugly informed me that they chose to take Latin or Greek in order to take two terms of language instead of the typically required three while simultaneously escaping oh-so-dreaded drill.
A man named Mr. Jimmy once tried to teach me how to play bridge. The only problem was that I was eight years old and counting down the minutes until this particular visit with my second grade class to the local nursing home would be over. I remember listening to his gentle explanation of card values and rules for a few minutes until one of my friends politely took the deck from him and asked, "How about Go Fish?" Much like my handwriting, my bridge abilities haven't really evolved much since the second grade. Jimmy's efforts were noble, but card playing has just never been my strong suit.
Dear Gardner and Kate, I want to exercise, but I hate exercising. Do you have any advice?Lacking Motivation Larry '14 Gardner: This is a dilemma that many Dartmouth students share.
I'm terrified of contact sports. And I mean any kind of contact, human or otherwise. When my friends played soccer, I would never want to actually touch a soccer ball even with my foot so I'd choose to be the goalie instead.
DinerToure. Phenomenal breakfast food might be the only thing that would get us to wake up at 6:15 a.m.