Things that Make you Think
Correction Appended I often hear many comparisons between Dartmouth and camp. I feel that.
Correction Appended I often hear many comparisons between Dartmouth and camp. I feel that.
Moral: Never trust a graduating senior's advice. Chances are it's biased, blatantly untrue, or just really bad advice to begin with. Senior Fall.
Saturday, Sept. 25: Pancake Breakfast in Norwich We all know Lou's is more than capable of satisfying your pancake craving (if you haven't tried the very berry pancakes, stop reading and go get some right now), but if you're looking for a change of scenery, check out this pancake breakfast in Norwich on Sept.
This September, the new worst class ever will arrive in Hanover, sad to be leaving their high school friends, confused about Dartmouth terms like "facetime" and "blitz" (RIP) and inevitably looking for guidance on this oh-so-large and bustling campus.
I try to be a glass-is-half-full kind of person.
We are at a crossroads (visual aid: X). So far, I've managed to convince myself that because it's called "sophomore Summer" I'm still an underclassman, but as the term winds down I'll be forced to accept the bitter truth that as '12s, we've officially transitioned to the other side of the X. Whether or not you see the X factor in terms of relationships, after two years of learning and beginnings I'm sure we all have our fair share of regrets, or at least things we would have done differently.
This weekend's Fieldstock is a rite of passage for us '12s. It represents the last hoorah, that last OMG IT'S 10X moment before the reality of finals (insert generic astro joke) and 10F kick in.
This past weekend, my three best friends from high school decided to road trip up to Hanover to pay me a visit.
We're halfway there, or so The Mirror and Bon Jovi tell us. But halfway where? Halfway finished with "the best four years of our lives" is a pretty depressing thought but these four years have been damn good ones. In order to take advantage of our time left at Dartmouth, here is my list of resolutions for the next few years. Meet new people.
'12 Guy to '12 Girl: You want to know my one pick up line that always works? "Urg, I'm so sexually frustrated!" '12 guy 1: You should go to Collis and get some fresh blueberries.
Music has a weird way with time. A 30-minute song can seem like an instant, a two-minute snore-show can feel like watching Doctor Zhivago on repeat.
Health and wellness? The two of us are incredibly confused about the apparent "science" linking these two.
/ The Dartmouth Staff / The Dartmouth Staff Wake up in the morning feeling like... A train wreck.
You sit in your 11 and the stronger-than-ever forces of gravity immediately begin to pull down your eyelids.
'12 Tri Delt: My husband is gonna be so lucky because, like, I just love being domestic. '11 Girl: Wait, are they siblings or are they dating? '12 girl: I've been off blitz...actually, I just checked Blitz but no one blitzed me. '12 girl 1: she has broken seven blackberries since she got to dartmouth.'12 girl 2: she needs to stop getting blackberries.'12 girl 1: she needs to stop getting blacked out. '12 exchange student on phone with EBA's: do you guys take traveler's checks? '10 Phi Delt: the cuttings northside cafe cheeseburger calzone is actually really delicious.'12 girl: sounds like an envelope full of boot. '12 girl: a ginger could never be emperor, thats bullshit, gingers have never ruled anything.'12 girl 2: ....except my body.'12 girl 1: ew. '10 Alum: I got a new nose and I want to use it. '12 Girl to '12 Guy: Please don't confuse your attraction to me with my actions. '12 Sorority Philanthropy Chair: I HATE COMMUNITY SERVICE.
Coming to Dartmouth from the West Coast certainly has its disadvantages. Never seeing your family or high school friends gets pretty old quick (oh hey, D-plan). But it has its advantages too.
Anyone who's stood too close to a fraternity can tell you: basements are where hygiene goes to die. "On my tour, a dad asked why the frats smelled so bad.
Okay, so the gym may be the best place on campus to snag facetime, and we do have an aggressively large number of varsity athletes per capita.
As serious training for Masters starts up and summer social schedules kick into high gear, it feels as if the number of thinly veiled self-calls has multiplied overnight.
Dartmouth's social scene is one of a kind: pong, flair and blitz are unheard of outside our bubble, and the exclusivity of our social traditions often borders on vanity. To friends back home, a lot of our social conventions seem foreign.