Sound Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself
You might not wear black leather to class or stage makeup to the frats, but you probably like the musical genre of metal more than you think.
You might not wear black leather to class or stage makeup to the frats, but you probably like the musical genre of metal more than you think.
Green isn't just a color or shorthand for "sustainable" -- now it's a trend. Katherine Gorman looks at how the prospect of a warmer world is bringing reality into the closet. As our world heats up there are many things to fear -- the melting of the polar ice caps, the disintegration of the ozone layer, the possibility that Venice may one day be no more, et cetera, et cetera.
Is Dartmouth getting hotter or colder? Does the number on the thermometer even matter to the students?
It wouldn't be early January in the media without some sort of nod to the New Year, whether looking backwards to the year that was or forwards to what will be.
Caitlin Kelly / The Dartmouth Senior Staff In the past week, my life's very foundation has been shattered.
For many of the socially-inclined, hangovers are a fact of life. The bigger the night, the more likely you are going to be curled in a fetal position the next day, swearing to yourself that you will never drink again -- or at least not until Wednesday. To ease the pain of hangovers, it is necessary to separate the facts from the myths.
Urggghhh. Your alarm goes off. Or maybe your alarm doesn't go off, because you never made it back to your room.
'Twas the night before deadline, and inside Maggie's head, No Mirror column was stirring as she lay in bed. The Blue Zoo was still, not a sound left to hear, (For her housemates were out drinking box wine and beer). And I thought, "By next week, they will all be a-hating! Their good times replaced by the stress and berating!" The deadlines and essays will drive us each mad, Not a soul will remember the ventures we've had. I sat up with a start, for my mission was clear: To create a verse that will rival King Lear. So take a quick minute from work (or from brew), And please let me present you: THE TERM IN REVIEW. In SEPTEMBER trustees had some scandal in store, Full-page ads in the Times led alums into war. The Board doubled its size without coming to blows, Though the temperature amongst our trustees surely rose. On campus, new freshmen joined us here in frat heaven; Like Spinal Tap, Dartmouth now "goes up to '11." The first day of class brought the Dem candidates, Though few of us won tickets to see the big debates. Some spent days and long nights helping out on campaigns, (Others stood on Main Street gawking at Robert Haines). In the end, the debate rendered no clear first places, And fast as they came, they went back to the races. And some happenings happened in the press, of course: French President Sarkozy and his wife got divorced. Al Gore won himself half of a Nobel Peace Prize For he tried to save us from the climate's demise. OCTOBER made many a-sophomore girl blush When they schmoozed for a week with the big kids at rush. Until late in the night, we delibed and we sorted, 'Cross campus, faint echoes of "DING" were reported. Yet, all's well that ends well, and after the strife A new class was ushered into the Greek life. Come the end of the month, Halloween came and went, In costume choice, "less is more" was ever evident. October was host to a Dartmouth homecoming, Alums all returned for some skeeving and slumming. Legalized field-rush made that old custom lame, No brave soul touched the fire, 'twas really a shame. All were shocked (bit unnerved?) when the football team won, And too soon, the big weekend was over and done. In Calif., heat and drought led to massive wildfire, They raged on for three weeks, the whole country perspired. More unrest was afoot, this time far to the East -- In Burma, monk's protests were forcedly peace-d. What began as a modest call for retribution Grew to what has been dubbed the "Saffron Revolution." All of Burma was blocked out from using e-mail, And some guess that 6,000 still linger in jail. Lastly, one obit (promise, there won't be too many), We said "farewell" to James Bond's Miss Moneypenney. NOVEMBER was over as fast as it came, The month rumors of roofies were launched into fame. Philanthropists flocked to a talk from Paul Farmer, (He's everyone's favorite disease-fighting charmer). This week witnessed a nightmare of a PR bomb -- Ole' Trustee Zywicki was called out on YouTube.com. He coined late President Freedman a "truly evil man"? This cannot be the most graceful alumni game plan. Their injunction was moot, so they filed a case, These alumni are serious about the trustee race. On Robinson!
No one saw it coming. The fall of 2007 was routine: certain alumni got their ("this-College-was-once-free-of-") panties in a bunch, prompting certain other alumni to leap instantly down to their level and slap right back, only a little harder.
Book: "Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer Romance will never look the same after you've devoured Twilight, Stephenie Meyer's deliciously sappy young adult novel about a human girl who falls in love with a vampire.
'09 girl: I told my trippees they'd get gonorrhea if they didn't filter their water. Croo Member: Yeah!
Jean Luo / The Dartmouth Staff Clark Warthen '10 Clark recruits potential Dartmouth students in his shirt-and-khakis tour guide outfit punched up with french cuffs, boots, bowtie and a belt embroidered with Confederate flags. How would you describe your personal style?
Jean Luo / The Dartmouth Staff Maryanna Brown '08 Maryanna wears aqua tights and flashy shoes to transition into winter in her self-described "bright, bordering on silly, obscenely short" style. Facetime location of choice?
Sometimes when you listen to music, you've just got to laugh. Like when Britney Spears declares, "It's Britney, bitch" in the opening line of her latest hit "Gimme More," it's impossible not to crack a smile.
Thump, thump, thump. No one plans to wake up with a pounding head, but we all know that it happens.
Tilman C.
Phi Delt '09: So you're a Kappa? Kappa '10: Yeah. Phi Delt '09: Seeeeeeeeeelf call! Girl 1, watching an animation on black holes: Whoa, how did they film that? Girl 2: I don't know, a spaceship? '08 sorority girl to formal date and whole bus: "This is NOT a platonic dress.
"Wait, who is the chef again?" one of our companions teased. "Chef Giovanni Leopardi," our waitress cooed helpfully as she sailed past.
Tilman C.