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Dear Sydney, Lately I have found myself seized with premature baby lust and other emotional responses disproportionate to the stimulus.
Dear Sydney, Lately I have found myself seized with premature baby lust and other emotional responses disproportionate to the stimulus.
On the first day of Amber's job as a nude art model, she was nervous. "I was walking there trying to calm myself down and prepare myself for it," she said. Several minutes after the robe came off, however, she relaxed. "When you're there you're holding a pose, you don't have time to look at yourself." Amber started modeling this year, and said it is something she has always thought about pursuing. "Most people wouldn't even consider doing it," she said.
I know this isn't necessarily the topic of The Mirror this week, but I was stunned and a wee bit upset to return to campus on Wednesday from The District of Columbia and not see an article in The Dartmouth, America's Oldest College Newspaper -- Founded 1799, that had a student reporter doing more than simply describing the basics of the inauguration festivities.
As the mercury continues its steady drop, the discerning Dartmouth fashion lover is forced to trade his or her impractical fripperies and fineries for the warmth of utilitarian winter gear.
The words we choose make all the difference. For example, if one of the Novack employees milling about behind the counter finally turns to me and asks, "What can I get for you?" I merely say, "A large coffee with soymilk and a bottle of water and also a large cup of ice and this Vitamin Water, please." However, if a Novack employee chooses their words slightly differently, and asks me, "How can I help you?" I find myself requesting a dirty martini, straight-up with a twist of vicodin, and make that four olives -- this being breakfast, after all. You see, there is a vast disparity between what Novack "can do for me" and what would actually be "helpful." But this canyon between civility and depravity is easily bridged each day -- and just as easily breached -- by language. Consider sex.
It's week three, and we are still continuing to find so much in common. We are proud, yet slightly disappointed at the same time, to say we have never been Good Sammed or had a run-in with S&S or H-Po.
Aryeh Drager / The Dartmouth Staff After strapping on your head lamp, tying up your hiking boots and tightening your backpack in preparation for your freshman DOC trip, did you tearfully give your friends good bye hugs and kisses, or did you see your departure as an opportunity to ditch the ball and chain and move on to bigger and better things?
Editor's Note: As a Hanover area "townie," Graeme Calloway '12 resented Dartmouth students who crossed the street in front of his car.
'09 Guy: Of course I'm drinking. Do you really think that I'm going to be sober and stand around a gross, smelly basement watching people try to awkwardly worm their way into each others' pants? '12 Guy: I only boot in toilets because I have class. '09 Girl: Triple sec is horrid.
Your home friends: They're the ones who knew you before you thought doming was a sport. Blitz is alien to them, they think large fires surrounded by teeming hordes signify something akin to the occult and, for these special some-ones, pong means Beirut.
I admit it, I drank the Kool-Aid. I came to believe that all things Dartmouth were the best ever, and that all parts of my past life -- everything from lingo to pals -- were just that, part of the past.
Here's a short list of things I was warned not do in Mexico before leaving for the Spanish Language Study Abroad program: 1.Don't take taxis off the street -- to avoid being ripped off/being kidnapped. 2.Don't drink the water. 3.Don't eat food from street vendors, an extension of number two because of the water issue. List of those things that I've done since arriving: well, obviously, all of them. Before arriving in Mexico, my family and professor provided me with a phone number for a "safe" private taxi.
Editor's Note: Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.
If I had it my way, my closest friends from home and my closest friends from Dartmouth would somehow meet up at a Lionel Richie concert.
Dear Carol, I had heard that the "morning-after" blitz was pretty standard practice at Dartmouth, but so far I have yet to see this fable reach my inbox.
2008 was a huge year for sex -- and I'm talking Ron-Jeremy huge. This was the year gay marriage was championed as a federal issue, the year a Yale student induced numerous abortions in the name of art and the year the big-screen debut of the "Sex and the City" movie spurred a theatre-bound, mass migration of young teenagers salivating over the lifestyle of the cosmopolite cougar. 2008 was also the year that Match.com boasted record-high 16 million members spanning 37 countries, and generated an impressive $350 million in revenues.
Jen and I agree on many things, like how New Year's resolutions suck, The Mirror is the most-read section of The Dartmouth and the fact that our school is awesome.
'11 Girl: I usually use my tongue to open bottles.'11 Guy: Is that why your boyfriend is dating you?'11 Girl: Yeah.
Editor's Note: While we jeered at freshmen circling the bonfire, Alex Schindler '10 was sweating it in Cairo.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff New Year's Resolutions: everybody has them, most people enjoy breaking them.