A Dorm of My Own: Butterfield 215
The Sparrow's Nest
The Sparrow's Nest
New Hampshire is a very white state and I'm not referring to the snow that covers the ground in the winter.
Some people argue that you can't put a price tag on a Dartmouth education. Luckily, I can. The total cost of attendance for the 2010-2011 academic year is $55,724, up 4.6 percent from the 2009-2010 academic year, according to the College's Fact Book.
Fact: There are 4,248* undergraduates at Dartmouth. Follow-up fact: At least 4,000 undergraduates at Dartmouth are horrifically awkward individuals. Okay, little ones, don't panic.
I remember coming here freshman year and being stunned by how white everyone was. Yeah, maybe this is the sink calling the toilet porcelain, but coming from Atlanta, it was unsettling at first.
As the Hanover winter trudges on, I find myself sitting in class imagining what my life would be like if I had gone to UCLA. For one thing, it would be 80 degrees outside all the freaking time.
Yo, fuck numbers. I mean it. We're all terrible people when we focus on the numbers. Can we please just stop with numbers?
There are very few things that over half of Dartmouth students like. There are even fewer things that over half of Dartmouth students physically take part in. Other than taking classes and waiting in the Novack line before 10s, the first thing that comes to mind is the Greek system. Like all great things, the Greek system has its detractors, but as over 70 percent of eligible students end up joining a house, I think it's safe to say that Dartmouth loves the Greek scene (I refuse to use <3 as in our issue title). But this isn't about what Dartmouth loves it's about what the 70 percent of us who aren't in the library at 10 pm on Wednesday nights love.
Dartmouth loves Dartmouth loves this, Dartmouth loves that, Dartmouth loves bitches and Dartmouth loves frats.
'11 BG: After I brush my teeth, all I want to do is a little exfoliating scrub, but there's no way you can do that with drunk people next to you. '14 Cheerleader: I hate spending the entire night at GDX every night. '13 Girl 1: It's so awkward when you're playing pong with a guy that you don't want to hook up with.'13 Girl 2: Wait, then why are you playing pong with him in the first place? '11 Sigma Delt: I'm really good at having a fake lazy eye. '12 Girl: Did Sigma Delt have a theme for meetings or do they all wear flannels just because? '12 Girl 1: Who are you taking to semi?'12 Girl 2: I'm taking a '13 or a '14 because I'm scared of the '11s and I don't like the '12s. '14 Guy: Tri Delt is co-ed right?'13 Tri Delt: No.'14 Guy: Just kidding, I was thinking about Tri Kap. '12 girl about '14 Guy: he's cute.
Justin Cozad / The Dartmouth Staff With Valentine's Day fast approaching, we tend to get a little selfish, caught up in the people and things we love as individuals.
Myth: Secret societies are actually secret. By the time you're a senior, they really aren't.
Congratulations, you have been admitted to the Dartmouth College Class of 2011! So read the first line of the college admittance letter we all received, give or take a few digits.
As you've probably noticed by now, this week's Mirror is about heart-ing Dartmouth. Obviously I back this.
If there's one thing Dartmouth loves, it's Dartmouth. As a relatively self-interested person, I know self-loving when I see it.
Every suggestion so far for a new Dartmouth mascot is stupid. You know why? Because none of these suggestions would please everyone. Let's put the Dartmouth mascot debate to an end.
I can sum up my attitude towards dating at Dartmouth in three words: Don't do it. I have exactly three friends (all squash players, weirdly enough) who have thus far managed to forge lasting, happy and essentially balanced relationships at this romantic wasteland we call home.
Dartmouth students love to say ridiculous things. I'm not just referring to the weekly Tri-Delt overheard about waking up still drunk and baking.
We all love Dartmouth. Dartmouth loves all of us. Despite all this talk about love, some of us here at The Mirror couldn't help but remember that we're drowning in mother-effing midterms.
I talk a lot about apathy and try to hang it on masculine expectations of emotional detachment or the shallowness of digital communication or whatever else.