I wrote this at 3 a.m.
The man who taught me how to fish killed himself on Easter morning. It's not typically my style to use tragedy as a prop for my writing, but my mind has been consumed by thoughts of him since I heard the news.
The man who taught me how to fish killed himself on Easter morning. It's not typically my style to use tragedy as a prop for my writing, but my mind has been consumed by thoughts of him since I heard the news.
Dartmouth is a bit of an anomaly. How can you take 4,200 of the most competitive students in the country and expect them to peacefully coexist in a world supposedly devoid of competition?
So Charlie Sheen didn't teach you enough about winning? Pregnant, alone and standing on the roof of the church on West Wheelock with a Twisted Tea, Zoloft and a little bit of water?
Flash back to your senior year of high school. You were the president of a bunch of organizations.
It's fairly obvious that Dartmouth students have made "being social" a competition. It's the reason so many students are disenchanted with the social scene.
Catherine Treyz / The Dartmouth Senior Staff After enduring a brutal basement-style beating by Christina, I knew I had to get back at my cup-sinking co-editor.
Sean: YO, MAN you gotta chill out sometime. Cut that heavy-handed writing, take a deep breath and kick it like I do.
/ The Dartmouth Staff Big Face Time Comix
Lets play two truths and a lie. (1) I never worry about class medians. (2) Nobody here cares about his/her future.
'14 Girl talking about rush: So I'm thinking Sig Ep's a definite no, Tri Delt maybe ...'11 Girl: Sig Ep's a frat.
If you haven't seen Discovery Channel's "Human Planet," then you need to park your ass in front of an HD TV and start watching.
Once upon a time, I was an athlete. Swear it. My nickname on my soccer team was "crusher" and I was a ruthless, blood-thirsty machine.
Like many Dartmouth students, I was first introduced to competitive drinking in high school. Our drinking game of choice was called Thumper, and it was basically a combination of Concentration and Indian Chief (we also played a sober version of it on Trips foreshadowing?). During the game, one player shouts, "What's the name of the game?" to which everyone replies "Thumper!" The same player then asks, "Why are we playing?" The correct response, of course, is "To get f*cked up!" Things haven't changed much since then.
Competition? Please. Pause for a second and take a look at my life this term. The Weekdaze Step 1: Wake up.
Maggie Rowland / The Dartmouth Staff I used to not believe in soul mates.
As a secret hoarder, I've kept many files on my computer over the years a file of successes, a file of failures (I'll let you guess which is larger) and more impromptu .doc journals than you'd care to know.
Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I know you read Harry Potter, though chances are you weren't quite as dorky as I was.
A couple friends and I led a fake tour over Dimensions, and it was one of the most rewarding things I've done in a long time.
For a group of students who love this college so much, we sure spend a lot of time away from it. Dartmouth has been ranked number one in study abroad participation among the Ivies.
Over the course of 15 months (from September 2010 to January 2012), I will have moved six times: from home to Mid Fayerweather, then to D.C.