The Green Keys to my Heart
If love is a battlefield, then there is no better war zone than our beloved Green Key. This past Sunday, the warpath could be seen across campus, in trails of broken glass, crumpled beer cans and condom wrappers.
If love is a battlefield, then there is no better war zone than our beloved Green Key. This past Sunday, the warpath could be seen across campus, in trails of broken glass, crumpled beer cans and condom wrappers.
Well friends, I'm not very good with the whole "later, 'tater" talk. I get all up in the mushiness like the sappy heroine of a Danielle Steele novel (the non-sexy sections). Or I brace myself against all emotion, devolving into awkward morning-after Blitz lingo: "So, um, that was fun.
About two weeks ago, the telltale signs started pouring in from my friends at other schools: Facebook status updates, phone calls, e-mails, all conveying the same message.
So there I was, at a complete loss as to what to write about for my last Mirror column ever. I could have made it emotional and nostalgic, but that would be useless.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Jennifer Garfinkel When our editor told us that the last Mirror spread of the year would be dedicated to the ruminations of our graduating contributors, she also told us that she wanted to avoid us all being overly sentimental.
Goodbyes are always hard, something I was reminded of when some this week's writers, namely the seniors on The Mirror staff, kept Blitzing me with their writer's block woes.
Courtesy of Ian McKay A nationally ranked runner in fifth grade, a competitive skier in high school, a construction worker in Antarctica: Ian McKay '11 is as extreme as the locations he's visited.
Think back, Dartmouth, to a time not at all long ago when the indie-rock-electro-pop-jungle-surf duo MGMT was supposed to play a concert in Fuel -- three weeks ago tomorrow, Saturday April 12. "Three weeks!? That's crazy," you might cry out.
Who knew that Crayola blue denim could be so raunchy? "Kristin in Slim Slacks" is putting on quite a show for a disheveled photographer who takes pictures of her highly sexualized body.
Given my general inability to string together sentences and form coherent articles, as well as my questionable mastery of proper syntax, I decided it would be best not to tax myself this week by trying to write a whole article.
Hayley Kennedy / The Dartmouth Staff Some people might be nervous about going to college their first year.
"DOC trips are like, totally the most fun EVER!!" This is all that I had ever heard about these wilderness initiation rituals that are unique to our college on the hill.
It is often said that a first impression is one of the most important factors in the formation of opinions about a person or a thing.
Eve Ahearn uncovers the epic history of the lore of Doc Benton.
Courtesy of Schenker The Schlitz Fund has enabled the wild adventures of many Dartmouth students, no matter their status (if any) in the DOC.
Reggie Schickel / The Dartmouth Staff Glamorous, enviable and high-profile -- these adjectives might come to mind when thinking of Croo members for Dartmouth Outing Club First-Year Trips.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Raise your hand if this sounds like your typical schedule: Leave Hanover at 1 a.m.
If Robinson Hall is an apartment building, The D and the DOC are like neighbors. When they have barbeques, the smell makes our mouths water.
'08 Male [on First Floor Berry]: If I wanted to take Adderall, do I have to snort it or can I just take it like a pill? '11 nerd: Hey, that girl over there has a pi shirt on.
Author of three senior theses, Rhodes Scholar and steady boyfriend of five years, Adam Levine '08 is someone who knows what it takes to make a pipe dream come true. Do you really like being a triple major and writing three theses? I'm more a triple major because I wanted to write three theses than I am writing three theses because I'm a triple major.