Frosty's Corner
Myth: Secret societies are actually secret. By the time you're a senior, they really aren't.
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.
If I hear one more person complain about something at Dartmouth, I'm going to lose it. I'm in the 1902 Room right now, so if it happens as I write this I swear to God I'm going to flip a table in here, flip it back over, stand on it, go on a long-winded and obnoxiously loud tirade about the tyranny of complainers and then sit back down and not do anything about it. Where do I even begin when it comes to complainers?
I remember when an admissions dude came to my high school and told us something along the lines of "Dartmouth students like to challenge themselves by voluntarily taking difficult high-level courses with low medians." Wonderful I thought, Dartmouth is like MIT in the middle of the woods, filled with English majors that take orgo for fun and science majors taking seminars in European medieval history.
Dartmouth is not a respectable academic institution. Tuck is a respectable academic institution.
They say you can't judge a book by its cover. Does that mean you can't judge Dartmouth by an admission book?
'11 Social Chair: I'm trying to get my house on probation. Then I won't have to do anything for the rest of the term. '11 Girl: Last night I used a particularly scratchy pong paddle to file my nails. '11 Engineer: When life gives you lemons, make Four Loko. '11 Girl 1: I just can't figure out what year he is.
Most Dartmouth students love this College. But what do the people back home think? We all have individual identities, but there's no denying that by choosing to go to Dartmouth, we associate ourselves to some extent with its reputation and not just the academic one. Initially, my parents were on the accepted-student cloud for months.
Summer of 2007. I've just graduated from high school, I'm awkward, I'm set to matriculate at Dartmouth and I spend my days trying (and failing) to get with girls and find that mythical fun-and-booze-filled party.
Yeah, yeah. We're the inspiration for "Animal House" and the inventors of pong. We go out more days per week than we go to class (unless you are a poor soul with a 10A) and I've heard that 1 percent of the world's Keystone is sold here.
Animal House is easily one of the best-known Dartmouth media references of all time, but it's difficult to truly appreciate how much movies like "Animal House" have affected the way outsiders and students perceive our school.
At once a leading academic institution and a party school of mythical proportions, Dartmouth is truly the Animal House Ivy.