Editor's Note: Gender

Gender. Some of us think about it more than others — one may happen to notice this particular aspect of one’s identity more in certain situations, such as walking home at night in the city.

Masculinity and Conformity at Dartmouth

"You write like a boy.” I heard that sentence numerous times throughout elementary school.

What Are The Kids Saying These Days?

“Warm-cut through Blobby @now. Bring a fracket.” Unless you’re a student at Dartmouth, you probably have no idea what I just said.

Swag That Sticks: Laptops at Dartmouth

Seem and Seams: Appearance and Identity

This summer, a soon-to-be Dartmouth freshman texted me asking whether she should buy any articles of clothing in particular in preparation for her transition from our hometown of Lexington, Kentucky to the cold north.

"Pumpkin Blood" and Other Mondegreens

Sprawled across her sofa bed with our computers perched on our stomachs, my friend Sophia and I were tackling the study guide for our biology final.

Swag to Sway Employees

This summer, I traded my bathing suits and flip flops for business casual blazers and flats.

Fake It Until You Make It

Any kind of life transition puts your confidence to the test. The transition to Dartmouth, where it seems like every other person has created a business or cured a disease, is especially trying. 

Hidden Costs of Free Swag

Think about the t-shirts you own. How many did you actually buy? It’s almost impossible to resist the allure of free stuff, so swag from clubs, events, internships, Greek life and more is bound to accumulate in one’s closet.

Editor's Note: Silence

Our campus, though nestled in the white mountains of New Hampshire, hours away from the hustle and bustle of city life, is a thriving and pulsing center.

"Let's Get a Meal Sometime": Ghosting at Dartmouth

Do you ever find yourself using your phone when walking to class to avoid making eye contact with the girl you met to last week, because you don’t know whether she will say ‘hi’ or not?

I'm Very Quiet. How About You?

Ever since I was a young girl, my classmates described me as a “violeta timida” (timid violet). This meant that I was always the quiet one in every social circle, which at that time was composed of my family, school and neighbors.

In Silence, a Cry for Change

One of the most emblematic and accurate descriptions of our school can be found in its motto: “Vox Clamantis in Deserto,” or “a voice crying out in the wilderness.” Yet the phrase is rarely given much attention or thought, perhaps dismissed as an archaic Latin idiom that fails to inspire students.