Theses across the decades
I think I should start this article with an apology to any science majors, computer science minors, math nerds and the like.
I think I should start this article with an apology to any science majors, computer science minors, math nerds and the like.
Allia Benner / The Dartmouth By Jean Ellen Cowgill This past weekend, I ran away from my thesis.
By Dylan Hume I'd like to think that someone once said, "The glories of academia are reserved for those who study the atypical." Thesis season always brings out the best and brightest among us, encouraging them to step out of the dark shadows of the library to discuss with the rest of us what exactly it is that they've been working so hard on for the past year or so.
If you're writing a thesis on "Mesopheric Meteoric Dust" you probably went to space camp as a kid.
Shirley Hu / The Dartmouth Staff For most seniors, senior spring means kicking back and finally relaxing: catching up on lunch dates that have been put off for too long, soaking up the last weeks of Green facetime, and re-racking to run it back just one more time.
It's May, which means the thesis is making hundreds of seniors miserable across campus and is beginning to have its way with juniors, too.
Monday was rainy, gray and simply depressing after the heat wave we all loved to hate (but not really) during midterms.
Female Prospie [on a cell phone outside Thayer]: I think they're at someone's house. She's named Katie E, I think? '08: You know they call those hoodies? '11: Why? '08: Because they wear them in the hood. '11: No, it's because they have hoods on them. '08: [pause] Oh. '08 Girl: I really need to study for my GEDs. [Girl skids into bicycle rack] Other Girl: Use your brakes, not your legs! '08 Panarchist: I love the new chandelier fixture, even though it cost me my baby. '10 Girl: Lunch tomorrow at Collis after 10As? '11 Boy: Sure.
Kawakahi Amina / The Dartmouth Staff Julia Z.
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I have trouble focusing on class lately. Like many of you, I've found myself packing up my book bag with texts, notes, my computer and a beach towel to go and "do work" since it's gorgeous outside.
I, Rembert Browne, am 98% sure I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I know this because this past week -- my horrendous midterms week -- I have never been happier in my life.
Last term, I wrote a piece about the Asus Eee PC, a tiny Linux laptop with a seven-inch screen that starts at $300.
Well, my friends, it's back. The Green has returned. We've stomped across the snow and slush for two terms now.
Oh the joys of senior spring. It's a time to celebrate your reckless youth one last time before the ruthless thrust into that proverbial belly of the beast: the "real world." While many seniors will spend the last few months carefree, skipping their ENGS 5 class every day, lounging out in the sun and stumbling along nostalgia lane in an alcohol-induced haze, there is also another, slightly more panicked group.
When I first sunk my bid to come to Dartmouth, I was convinced that I would spend at least one of my terms abroad.
The study abroad experience makes your years at Dartmouth worthwhile. There, I've said it. It's just undeniable fact, a kernel of truth that can only be known by the select few -- or rather the majority of Dartmouth students -- who spend 10 weeks somewhere else for a change. Thing is, it isn't the time abroad that changes you.
Every year thousands of college students leave behind their mundane university existences and head to Europe, eager to shake off the doldrums of American life for the exciting sophistication of London, Paris and Rome.
Last term I lived with my friend, Danny Wiebicke '10. Cat Emil '10 and Paula Sen '10 lived right next door.
Courtesy of Bueno-Chavez / The Dartmouth Staff Raul Bueno-Chavez is a professor of Spanish language and literature.