Counterpoint: Stay in Hanover
When I first sunk my bid to come to Dartmouth, I was convinced that I would spend at least one of my terms abroad.
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.
Courtesy of Noah Dentsel "Though 'round the girdled earth they roam..." Dartmouth students tend to get around; it's right there in our alma mater.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Trips abroad are an essential part of the Dartmouth experience for many students.
As much as we love Hanover, we also love to get the hell out of here. Studying, volunteering, eating snails -- anything to leave our tiny campus and see the world. Turns out, you can't take us anywhere.
'09 Tridelt: What language is yoga in? '11 Girl [at Physics 14 study session]: I may be stupid, but at least I look cute. '11 Guy: Dude, Sophomore summer is going to be so raw! '10 Dude: Raw? '11 Guy: You've never heard that before?
Kawakahi Amina / The Dartmouth Staff Monica Martin de Bustamante '08 and Annie Stanley '08 finished their last season with the varsity women's soccer team earlier this year.
Since when do wooden paddles, plastic balls and cups of Keystone equal a date? Is this what Dartmouth students deem romantic?
Reggie Schickel Let me preface this by saying that pong is not a great date, or even a good date.
If you're superficial, beer goggles are your worst enemy, but if you're horny, they're your best friend.
You know what? I'm sick of this newspaper highlighting the scoundrels of this community and not giving any love to those who do extraordinary but very simple things.
Risking the wrath of her editor (henceforth rightly referred to as a divinity), Jean Ellen Cowgill refuses to psychoanalyze pong.
Judge, judge, judge. Judgement is inevitable when you hear the loud clacking and see the hip-swinging of a girl in high heels.
When I first heard bands talk about album sales, marketing and music as a business like accounting rather than an immeasurable art, I was a bit taken aback.
Hey prospies -- this one's for you! Before you start literally queuing up when a brother tells you your ninth in line tonight, let Grace Kang shed some insight on what it takes to get on a pong table in the first place.
Talk of pong inevitably leads to talk of basements and vice versa. So when it comes to pong-worthy basements, how do each of the houses stack -- and rack -- up? Beyond the ever-referenced frat and sorority stereotypes that dominate our perceptions of houses, the pure geography of basements plays a major role in dictating the number of tables, the rules of play and inevitably the quality of pong, regardless of ability. Starting out on Wheelock Street, the first things that come to mind about Alpha Delta's basement are the floor, smell and overall ambience.
Shirley Hu / The Dartmouth Staff These days it seems like no matter what sport you choose to follow, you're going to be bombarded with a whole host of statistics. Two weeks ago, the entire country knew Memphis couldn't hit a free throw for its life or, as it turned out, for the national championship.