Polar Bear swim attracts hundreds
This Friday, hundreds of students in bathing suits will stand shivering in the winter air waiting for their turn to jump into the bone-chilling waters of Occom Pond.
This Friday, hundreds of students in bathing suits will stand shivering in the winter air waiting for their turn to jump into the bone-chilling waters of Occom Pond.
My parents usually visit campus over President's Day Weekend, which I have perennially marked on my calendar as the Bountiful Weekend of Canoe Club And Zin's Meals (sorry DDS, it's not me, it's you). Unfortunately due to the divine forces that conspire to make my life awkward, this year that weekend coincides with this quarter's official "Five Day Period of Debauchery." SCHEDULING CONFLICT. FACT: there is not actually a good way to call your parents and tell them that you have to reschedule dinner because there is a substantial chance that you may be intoxicated at that hour.
Unlike last year, indications of this winter's mild temperament came early enough that the Dartmouth Outing Club's Winter Carnival Council was able to plan events accordingly, avoiding the last-minute cancellations that plagued 2009's Carnival.
To the troglodytes of Bored@Baker, Searching my name on Bored@Baker brings up six pages of finger paintings by you cave-dwellers, almost none of which provide any kind of insight or even humor.
When I first heard of Bored@Baker, about halfway through Fall term, I was appalled, enraged, scared, amused and entertained by the variety of posts.
There is this off-the-beaten-path joint about an hour from my house called Sweet Georgia Brown's.
As we sat innocently at 6:30 p.m. on Friday eating our pesto pasta special from FoCo (RAGE, we know), we didn't expect anyone to take offense that we were being the drunkest girls in the place (although we were, in fact, sober). "PING...PING," both of our crackberries (yeah, so obnoxious) simultaneously begin to seize on the table.
Oscar Wilde once quipped that, "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about." What these words may lack in poetry they certainly make up for in pithiness.
We didn't have to look very hard to find Jamie Hwang '10. As a matter of fact, it's hard to miss her.
I have always despised gossip and those who participate in it. We all know that gossip-mongers are just devious haters in disguise and no one likes a hater (that's part of the definition of hater after all). For that reason, whenever I hear someone spouting rumors, I well, actually I keep my mouth shut and listen intently.
This week The Mirror turns to gossip and we're focusing on Bored@Baker, the gorilla in the room of Dartmouth smack-talk. I admit that I feel a little regret about highlighting a website that deserves to have less traffic, not more attention, but B@B is fun to read about and interesting to analyze.
Gossip. We've all heard it and we've all spread it, but at the end of the day how does it really affect our lives?
In the midst of the pressing campus dialogue over dolphinz and really freaking brutal pledge terms (the yacht was last seen in Occum Pond, FYI) a more serious issue has egregiously been overlooked THEY ARE TAKING AWAY BLITZ.
When she learned of this week's gossip' theme (from the source, guys, like, seriously), Miss Muffin Top decided to boldly go where no muffin had ever been before.
About a month into my relationship with my ex, or former-somewhat-exclusive-hookup, he told me that he had been surprised that he liked me, given all that he had heard of me before our relationship started.
-Dartmouth Coach: Yeah, the most obvious option. You don't have to leave campus to pick it up and it's easy to pick up some food from Hop to take with you before you go.
Due to the consequences of the fickle financial system, I will not be able to make my journey into the season of rebirth and revelry, of fertility and romance, of conches and coolers and knock-off Corona bikinis.
As you're sitting holed up in the library at 1:00 a.m., looking out the window and wishing you could teleport back to your dorm room instead of trudging through the snow in the cold, I am walking to work in a T-shirt.