Looking Into Last Chances
Dartmouth is a school full of traditions and these traditions are what bind our community tightly together.
Dartmouth is a school full of traditions and these traditions are what bind our community tightly together.
Time flies when you’re having fun. Or in our case, time flies when your term is packed back-to-back with midterms, meetings, lunch dates and midnight cram sessions.
ABSTRACT: The purpose of this research is to further develop the theory of the origins of relative time, which can be synthesized from absolute time.
I have a cheat sheet that helped me trace David Harbour ’97’s theatrical journey through Dartmouth and back to the stage of Spaulding Auditorium last Sunday.
Carolyn: I was disappointed to find out that I was randomly assigned to live in the River — notoriously known as one of the worst dorms because of its distant location from the center of campus.
They’ve made it. More than a decade of practice, games, tournaments and tryouts, and they have made it.
Some students come to Dartmouth thinking that their next four years might resemble a movie. “Animal House,” understandably, first comes to mind.
Degree requirements at Dartmouth can sometimes be a pain. Students must fulfill 10 distributives, fulfill a language requirement, pass an English class, First-Year Seminar and three courses that satisfy World Culture Requirements, complete physical education courses, and pass a swim test.
“How are you?” If I got a penny every time someone asked me this, I would be able to pursue my childhood dream career of being a professional McDonald’s Chicken McNuggets taste tester.
When has a blessing been disguised? Jake Maguire ’21: This year I had foot surgery over winter break, which forced me to move from one dorm to another because my previous room was not handicap accessible.
This week, the Mirror explores the beautiful and beastly parts of campus, of Dartmouth and ourselves.
It’s not unusual to find Dartmouth ranked highly on lists of the most beautiful college campuses, and not without good reason.
In a world infatuated with photoshopped supermodels and airbrushed celebrities, many struggle with coming to terms with their own sense of beauty and style.
On any given morning, as I walk to my 9:00 a.m. class, I have a 50 percent chance of running into — that is, physically colliding with — someone running on the sidewalk.
Most of us have an ex — a significant other, a hookup or even a friend. But not every college student has experienced “the X.” At Dartmouth, masked behind a laughable meme, there is a stereotyped system we call the X.
This past Saturday, I brought shame to my middle school self and disappointment to my high school beliefs.
Sometimes, when walking outside, the people in front of me walk really slowly and it makes me feel a bit agitated. Then I see a dog.
The word disaster stems from the French word “désastre,” which is derived from the Old Italian word “disastro.” All three variations of disaster evolved from the latin “dis” and ancient Greek “astron,” which together was interpreted as “bad star.” The ancient Greeks studied astronomy and the cosmos, so “disasters” are due to some unfavorable alignment of the universe.
This week is an ode to the alphabet, to words. The alphabet is one of the first things we learn as children, symbols permanantly etched into our minds as we carefully traced the letters on colorful construction paper.
You hear the words “I’m fine” all the time at Dartmouth. It’s part of the lingo, the same as words like “Foco” and “facetimey.” It’s just something we say.