Editor's Note
Edward Zhang / The Dartmouth Staff Edward Zhang / The Dartmouth Staff My eyes get droopy and my head heavy anytime the subject of money comes up.
Edward Zhang / The Dartmouth Staff Edward Zhang / The Dartmouth Staff My eyes get droopy and my head heavy anytime the subject of money comes up.
There are several inventions that I really define as turning points in humanity: fire, the telephone, the light bulb and mankind's pice de rsistance: Nutella.
Dartmouth students like to think they invented the wheel. Or maybe just pong. Regardless, we're a bunch that thinks highly of ourselves.
I am barreling down the perfectly straight and perpetually deserted last leg of Highway 285 in southwestern Colorado.
Honestly, I was surprised to hear The Mirror's theme for this issue was budget cuts. Budget cuts are a depressing reality, and depressing realities never make readers laugh.
Imagine you're at home on an off-term, taking a break from the Dartmouth scene to try new things and maybe gain a little work experience.
With this new round of budget cuts, the student body is again reminded that it is not as far removed from the ills of civilization as this campus can often feel.
In this recession-ridden era, it is easy to ignore what is going on and treat your DBA like monopoly money.
How to Succeed in Pong without Really Trying: A Treatise. This week, dear readers, in lieu of taking on a few small questions, Miss Muffin Top wishes to share with you some of her most preciously accrued wisdom, acquired through no small amount of research.
Money is apparently the root of all our troubles. We complain about life being hard when we don't have any and then whine about the problems that ensue from having too much (though I'm personally not qualified to confirm the latter). That being said, I appeal to each and every one of you to join me in the fight to reinstitute the barter system.
In the busy lives we lead at Dartmouth, it's easy to take things for granted and accept them as the norm.
Musicians and bands have been voicing their opinions on school throughout the decades, and the consensus is clear: School is just too awkward, frustrating and oppressive to be worth the trouble.
Read forth, ye brown-nosed hopefuls. Here's the quick guide to getting a citation, from the very benefactors themselves your profs and from the very medium that you use to complain about the results, blitz!
Someone inserted the words "Grades at Dartmouth" into the 25-cent bauble vending machine otherwise known as my brain, and look what cheapo little plastic things popped out! THE LYRICS TO LADY GAGA'S NEW SINGLE, "CHEAT ON YOU." Flash cards, avant garde, Work so hard, mmm, so hard Professor Gaga's gonna grade you,Yeah, I will enslave you. Andy Warhol and Grace Jones: The class in Gaga's not for hos.
Only a few short weeks ago, all Dartmouth students logged onto Banner to check their fall quarter grades.
To many of my fellow seniors, the "G-word" stands for an imminent truth that we fight to reconcile with every day, while the other "G-word" is a biased measurement of our success here at Dartmouth.
If you were grading this Mirror on a letter scale, it would be right at the median: an A.
In these penny-pinching times, the DDS Detective is always on the lookout for delicious yet cost-effective meals and this week, she hit the jackpot.
During my freshman spring, a Spanish professor tried to console me after giving me a 65 on a paper, by discounting grades as no more than "the language of the institution." It was a sneaky move, revealing her reservations about the grading process and giving the appearance of being anti-establishment, all while not agreeing to do anything about my grade.