Chicken and Waffles
This is the story of a haircut. I used to have long hair. Really long hair. I looked different.
This is the story of a haircut. I used to have long hair. Really long hair. I looked different.
Because before there was Facebook, there was facetime. Because what even is the "Cornell School of Industrial and Labor Relations?" Because we'd rather inhale the clean mountain air than clouds of Philadelphia poison gas. Because we may not have Emma Watson, but we have (had?) the Sun God. Because the Ledyard Challenge is fun.
Step outside wearing army pants and flip-flops. Just because Regina did it, doesn't mean you should. Give a friendly punch to your bundled up best friend, only to realize it's your religion prof. [Insert cliche about falling in the snow here] Make a snow angel.
I remember my freshman year 4,000 students packed into Leede Arena for the first home basketball game.
This past fall, I ventured from the summer glory of my Hanover home away from home to the slightly larger metropolis of London.
On the last day of my DOC Trip, I remember the sound of dozens of '14s singing songs and chatting excitedly with one another on our bus from Moosilauke Ravine Lodge to Hanover.
Beginning with first moments on campus, new Dartmouth students are immediately embraced as members of the community, enabling them to truly feel that Dartmouth is their new home.
This is the story of a daiquiri. There are only one or two things worth drinking. White wine and daiquiris are tops.
'14 Guy: It's a big turn on, girls with cold necks. '13 Guy in FoCo: People only like me in small doses.
Jamie Mercado / The Dartmouth "Welcome Home." As a Dartmouth student, you hear and see that phrase almost constantly the residential life packet you receive in the mail before freshman Fall, that flashy banner that greets you when you arrive on Robo lawn for Trips.
Home can be as simple as a few scattered picture frames and a collection of favorite books. Others, however, find the meaning of home to be a much more complex idea. "Home is where my clothes are," Noah Smith '15 said. For others, however, accepting a new home that is different from their hometown is a lot more difficult.
Winter sucks. To me, it means a 10-week hermitage in my room with occasional forays onto the tundra for food and beer.
We all like to complain about Dartmouth winters with wild over-exaggerations hibernating in basements, braving the tundra and so on.
Going off to college is a means of meeting new people and doing new things. For most students, it comes with being in an entirely new location.
Step aside, U.S. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner '83 Dartmouth has found its newest celebrity contingent. Each week, hundreds of fans cheer loudly, overcome with glee.
Have you been in this bathroom stall all day hiding from the demons that are out to get you? If so, you are probably a paranoid schizophrenic or on drugs. Are you using toilet paper to tie off your upper arm in order to shoot heroin into your vein?
Sujin Lim / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Timothy Johnson isn't your average Dartmouth lax bro.
My name is Fayston R. A. Townsend. I went to Beerfield Academy, a boarding school in western Massachusetts.
All backed up and need some relief? Want to drop everything but just can't seem to let go? Quit prairie dogging and soften your load.
Nov. 9, 1:45 a.m.Fahey-McLane residence hallHanover Police took an intoxicated male member of the Class of 2015 into protective custody after an officer found him dropping condoms filled with water from his second-floor window in Fahey Hall onto pedestrians below.