I wrote this at 3 a.m.
Here's my question: What's the deal with Jerry Seinfeld's most irritatingly entrenched legacy being this stupid "What's the deal with " catchphrase?
Here's my question: What's the deal with Jerry Seinfeld's most irritatingly entrenched legacy being this stupid "What's the deal with " catchphrase?
So what's the deal with Novack? Why are the lines so long? Why is everyone who works there so good-looking?
'14 Girl: TEDx? Did they spell Theta Delt wrong? '11 Girl: I just bought a little thing of Ben and Jerry's.
If you're a Dartmouth student, you don't drink beer. You drink Keystone. And it's always smooth, even when we're not.
I just retired as a social chair. Self-call, I know. Despite the enormous chafery that is the job of social chair, the duties of the position allowed me to be one of the few students on campus to regularly enjoy the company of Jack Stinson.
When I walked into my house for the first time after spending a week in Costa Rica, my mother was beaming at me.
Spring term at Dartmouth doesn't just mean melting snow and facetime on the Green it means prospies.
There has been plenty of controversy and confusion surrounding the remodeling of the Class of 1953 Commons, and although the news section has comprehensively covered these changes, here at The Mirror we thought it was necessary to do some behind-the-scenes investigation into the changes that will be made to the Dartmouth dining experience this term.
Cover by CATHERINE TREYZ / The Dartmouth Senior Staff It is with moroseness, denial and vodka-abetted tears that we must disclose the following: Due to financial difficulties, The Dartmouth has decided to discontinue The Mirror.
Truth: It's time for senioritis to kick in. This is it my last term as an undergraduate at Dartmouth College.
I'm no expert on women's fashion, or any fashion for that matter. Still, there are two fashion trends among females in Hanover that just don't make sense.
What's up with dance parties at Dartmouth? Temperature control, please. No successful dance party can be complete without absurdly loud music, gyrating (less than fully-clothed) bodies and (in most cases) free-flowing, stimulating substances.
That's right, no more Dartmouth football. I'm sure this news will come as a shock to the student body, because we have so many adamant fans.
As much as people complain about living in the Dartmouth bubble, everyone has to admit that the local food is pretty decent, given that it comes from the middle of the wilderness.
Fact: You are never on time. Dartmouth prepares us for many things in life, but being punctual is not one of them.
College administrators recently circulated a survey to members of the senior class to help them give out awards at the end of the year.
Our campus has been downright oversaturated with talk of sexual assault. The words lose their meaning, the statistics become white noise and in the end we're left with the people who care the most yelling over each other, while those who most need to appreciate the gravity of the situation slip out the back door. Allow me to yell next, but don't worry I'm not going to rehash that old "one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime" stat (an aside: it's statistically true, and when I look at my friends, I find it's real-life true). Instead, I want to discuss how we think about ourselves, our bodies and sex, and how our thinking contributes to why so many people at Dartmouth shrug off all this talk about sexual assault. I'm throwing out the term "sexual assault" not because it isn't accurate, but because all the nerve endings it used to hit are dead at this point.
I spent one morning my freshman Spring crying into my Belgian waffle at Home Plate brunch as my friend and I engaged in an intense dialogue about the hook-up culture at Dartmouth.
Cover by YOON JI KIM / The Dartmouth Staff As the end of the term approaches, it becomes more and more obvious that none of us is perfect.