The Spanish and the Swine
Flu Outbreaks at Dartmouth: Then and Now
Flu Outbreaks at Dartmouth: Then and Now
For the typical Dartmouth student, health concerns likely do not extend far beyond avoiding swine flu and penciling in trips to the gym. For students with chronic medical conditions, however, things can be quite different. Between classes, clubs and downtime, these students' weekly schedules involve monitoring their physical state in order to stay healthy. Owen Jennings '11 was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder in his liver just three months before enrolling at the College.
Usually, the rule of thumb is that if you are sick enough to miss class (excluding Thursday morning "sickness"), you are probably too sick to be sharing saliva with someone.
Deidra Willis and Yoon Ji Kim / The Dartmouth Well aware that The Mirror is the most well-read section of The Dartmouth, our motto is "anything you can do, we can do better." With the never-ending news section coverage of H1N1 prevalence on campus and other "cutting edge" health breakthroughs in the news section, we knew it was time for The Mirror to take a "stab" at the topic of health at Dartmouth.
Imagine that you've just started dating the perfect guy. Now imagine that he has scabies according to Dick's House, that is (end scene honeymoon, eh?). You start taking scabies medication and advise your roommates to do the same.
Lauren Amery '10 has the unique ability of constructing seemingly expensive outfits at very low prices. Dressing in "hand-me-downs" of generations gone by, Amery grew up on a farm in Morristown, N.J., and did not have the opportunity to choose her own wardrobe until she was a high school student. Because both of her older siblings had moved on to pursue higher education, adolescent Amery was left in a position to explore her fashion sense. Still, Amery does not view her overall Dartmouth experience an extremely creative one, she said.
Oh sure, DayQuil seems innocuous at first, with its soothing promises of "multi-symptom relief" and its cheerful orange packaging.
Flashback to late one afternoon this autumn, just before classes began. I'm returning from a half-hearted run, hungover and full of thoughts.
Dear Miss Muffin Top, I am baffled by sleepover politics. When I go home with someone, what message am I sending when I stay the night?
Hogwarts + Disney World = Dartmouth. In a world where smiles abound, students are (often literally) colorful and shiny, and Justice vs.
Why I Hate Hooking Up (Or Trying To) At Dartmouth
Drunk version: Blah blah blah Animal House blah blah. Where the f*ck is Human House. I want to go to there.
There are a handful of complaints that will crop up in any rant about Dartmouth: Collis is always overcrowded, we're in the middle of nowhere, we have too much work. But above all others, one gripe has stood the test of time: It's miserably cold in Hanover. The polar ice caps may be melting at record rates, and the rest of the world might be reaching new high temperatures every year, but Hanover remains immune from global warming.
So now that our intrepid freshmen have officially cemented their place in history as the worst class ever (apparently it's possible to overlook a massive, belligerent mob screaming at you to "touch the fire already") I think it's time to take them to task for another serious fault: excessive friendliness.
Catherine Treyz / The Dartmouth While it may be too early to start the countdown to graduation, we can't help but be reminded by our stressed-out peers in business suits, and the always popular "so what are you doing next year?" that, in a few months, we will have to say goodbye to the place we have called home for the past four years. Honestly, we aren't ready to leave.
'13 Girl : I just really want to hook up with a Yale boy because I wanted to go there. It will be like closure. '10 Sigma Delt: You know you have a problem when you find your thesis notebook in the basement.
Think back to the moment when you signed the enrollment agreement form confirming your decision to come to Dartmouth. I can almost guarantee that, as we signed the next four years of our life away to the College on the Hill, many of us were thinking the same thing: Thank the SAT gods, I will never again have to fill out another Common Application. But, if you think that doing your college applications was a huge pain in your proverbial ass, try having to do it two years in a row. I'm talking, of course, about transfer students: those select few who took a minor detour on their road to Dartmouth. If you're one of those people who is convinced that your senior year of high school was the most competitive admissions year of them all, try this statistic on for size: According to the Office of Institutional Research, Dartmouth's transfer student acceptance rate for fall 2008 was about 6 percent not exactly a picnic. Still, while their journey to Hanover may not have been the smoothest nor the most direct many transfer students interviewed by The Dartmouth this week said that the Big Green has been well worth the wait. "[I wasn't] completely satisfied with how things were [at Tulane]," Natalie Young '10, who transferred to Dartmouth from Tulane University after her freshman year.
In an era plagued by painfully artsy hipsters flaunting destroyed clothing and androgenous wardrobes, it is refreshing to meet people, like Max Moran '12, who have an appreciation for the traditional.
Dear Miss Muffin Top, I really want to go to a sorority semi-formal. How do I score an invitation? Lord of the Dance Dear Michael Flatley, Send a preemptive and unexpected blitz.
You're a member of the Class of 2010, and after four years, you think you know this campus like the back of your hand.