Dartmouth's My Favorite
Disclaimer: This column has nothing to do with this week's theme. It's also not in my usual list format.
Disclaimer: This column has nothing to do with this week's theme. It's also not in my usual list format.
Truth: Anonymous @6:24 p.m. You need to get a life. No, seriously you do. Either that or you need to grow a pair. I'm serious.
Deidra Willis / The Dartmouth Staff How would you explain Dartmouth to someone who's never played pong with a paddle or walked to class in -20 degree weather?
Graduation looming on the horizon makes a girl think about her values. If you haven't noticed that yet, please ruminate on that last sentence and try to mentally estimate how many times you've read that sappy shit almost word-for-word before.
I am an English major. I am English major because I like to write (revelatory!) and because I don't particularly like to endure inhuman levels of academic agony.
It's Winter term again, which means that in a few short weeks, '13s will be faced with the monumental task of filling out a deceptively simple little blank card. Despite the pressure, it's important to keep in mind that your major will not define your Dartmouth career that's the beauty of a liberal arts education, after all.
'14 Girl: Is the walk of shame less shameful if you do it in a onesie? '12 KDE about a new pledge: Isn't she gorgeous?
Let's say you have the aspirations of a double major but the laziness of the average, single-majoring college student.
As long as there are words to express human sentiment, there will be people trying to find ways to maximize efficiency of communication, to streamline our language into nearly unrecognizable shorthand like "u down 2 hu l8r?" Of course, slang has been culturally universal for centuries, as each society develops easy shortcuts to understand each other.
So you've got your major. I'm not impressed. You'll probably change your mind at least twice before you graduate anyway.
I think all my high school teachers and most of my friends would have pegged me as an English major, but I never expected it myself.
I am terrified about the prospect of a senior Spring without Homeplate. Terrified. Absolutely terrified. I've had lunch after 12s at Homeplate every Monday/Wednesday/Friday since freshman Spring.
So, I decided that I would write something relevant for once and address this week's theme in my column.
Myth: It's never too late to change your major. Throughout my Dartmouth career, I have experienced a wide range of academic crises.
Winter term means many things at Dartmouth. Interestingly, they all seem to start with start with the letter "S." Sickness.
Readers, hi. You need to know that I cannot coddle you this term. The "OMG HAY!" of yesteryear was from a different me, a warmer me, a me that proclaimed "Dartmouth's my favorite!" with sickening sincerity.
With temperatures in the negatives and snow up the wazoo, it's easy to feel like Winter term is unsurvivable.
FEATHER OVER FUNCTION
Hi there y'all. It's cold out. My nostrils froze on my way to Collis the other day. And after four years of this, I'm still not used to Hanover winters.
Freshman year I heard a rumor that Dr. Seuss, Robert Frost and Mr. Rogers all transferred out of Dartmouth because of the icelandic winters.