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We're all talking about it. Whether we are referring to the new FoCo, 1953 Commons, or Fiddy (the unsung hero of nicknames), the new dining halls are abuzz in Hanover.
We're all talking about it. Whether we are referring to the new FoCo, 1953 Commons, or Fiddy (the unsung hero of nicknames), the new dining halls are abuzz in Hanover.
Tina Ma / The Dartmouth Staff Fall classes have officially kicked off, and we're all aboard the strugglebus.
Riots on #WallStreet escalate as the global market #slump continues. The cause? Traders suffered large losses this week after trading upon what they assumed was a disguised stock tip-turned-tweet: #SMH. Google searches on "how to change Dartmouth meal plan to smartchoice5" spike 10,000 percent.
11Fiesta, 11Fabulous -- whatever you want to call it, this 11(center)Fold is a little present 11From the Mirror to you!
The epic 11F playlist. 11Fantastic. Think: a mix of new/old, random iTunes-on-shuffle songs you should be listening to this fall.
Hello, Dartmouth: welcome back to another excellent term at the College on the Hill. Now that I'm a senior, I feel that I am finally qualified to predict trends in campus behavior, in addition to trends in all things techy.
Fall term at Dartmouth always means several things: leaf peepers, a new worst class ever and pledge term entertainment.
When the football team plays the University of Pennsylvania on Oct. 1 at home under the lights, will you go?
'12 Zete: Sinking halves and respecting women that's what Dartmouth is all about! '13 Psi U: Do you know what Drawing I is like?
If you're half as confused as most folks are about Twitter, or concerned your otherwise chirping social life could use a tweet or two, fear not.
Dartmouth is a relatively small school. Thus, as is wont to happen at liberal arts colleges in the middle of nowhere, you tend to walk around campus with the feeling that you are seeing the same people over and over again.
Facetime is like sex: everybody wants it, but nobody wants to talk about it at least in polite company.
I had my first encounter with Bored@Baker this past Winter term when I pledged a sorority. My friend informed me that she had discovered a post that mentioned my name, and I worried for a quick second that someone had found my poorly advised ARK Music Factory video and it had gone viral (just kidding, obviously I had already sold the rights to a huge record label). Unfortunately, I had not found YouTube stardom instead, the post went something along the lines of, "I can't believe [sorority A] let [sorority B] steal one of their Yangs!" Aside from that time that my friend took pictures of me doing a line of coke off of a hooker's torso in central Argentina and posted them on Facebook (hi future employers, I hope you've picked up on my humor by this point), this was probably the first time that I felt like I had received unwanted facetime. And I didn't do anything to deserve it, other than pledge the sorority where I felt most comfortable.
Remember when Facebook used to count the number of posts on your wall? Don't pretend I know you remember.
'13 Girl at Tails: I think I'm liking guys less and less by the minute. '13 Boy: Girls' masters is so much more fun than guys'.'13 Girl: Yeah, that's because no one boots on their dicks. '13 Girl 1: Some guy in 9th grade asked me if I only gain weight in my boobs.'13 Girl 2: That's, like, the nicest compliment ever. '11 Misogynist: You know how they have Pelt-a-Delta?
Reese Ramponi / The Dartmouth Hello, and welcome to the final Compact Mirror of 11X!
At a school where study spaces in the library double as social spaces and the aisle in our late central dining spot is described as a "runway," Dartmouth students are well accustomed to the concept of seeing and being seen, otherwise known as the both beloved and dreaded facetime. Certainly, the small size, relative isolation and unique social scene at Dartmouth all promote the significance that facetime plays on this campus.
A lot of people say that thinking about your last supper is morbid. I, on the other hand, find it really interesting.
When Jay assigned stories for this issue, I protested that I was not the best person to write about facetime.
I did my first walk of shame' this summer. I walked out of a frat house at 7 a.m. on a Thursday morning wearing a neon dress and a even brighter neon helmet (bring your childhood dress-up bins, '15s, because you will use everything in them for flair) and made the 15-minute trek across campus to my off-campus house.