Editor's Note
Flashback: it's the end of Spring term, and I'm sitting outside of Collis "studying," "getting facetime," or "people-watching,"whatever you want to call it.
Flashback: it's the end of Spring term, and I'm sitting outside of Collis "studying," "getting facetime," or "people-watching,"whatever you want to call it.
'11 Tri Delt to '11 KDE: You need to knock some Keystone into her! '11 SAE (on a cell phone leaving jungle party): Dude, I just need it back.
We all joke about living in the "the Dartmouth bubble" in which all sorts of social norms about things like dating and drinking become deeply skewed.
Steve Elliot Proponents of Dartspeak may argue that our strange dialect sets us apart from other campuses.
'11 KDE: Hurry up let's start, I'm getting sober. '11 Kappa: I don't feel like drinking tonight.
"He has the face of a bandit," my Argentine host mother decided after meeting a date who had come to pick me up.
If art imitates life and life imitates art, then that leaves little room for any distinction between the two.
Today I had to call my mother and admit I broke my phone this weekend. Since I had called her exactly one week ago to tell her I dropped my phone's battery down a sewer, she was not exactly pleased.
Ok, so we all know that there's nothing new to discover on Main Street. But with Foco as the only dinner option, what to do when the entrees costing you $7.95? Let's be real, with an off-campus meal plan, DBA is basically just real money.
Shirley Hu / The Dartmouth Staff The plus sides of Sophomore Summer are obvious but the food thing just doesn't seem right.
Did you miss out on Dartmouth's coveted Organic Farm CSA shares? Are you jealous of the size of my kale?
You've seen her running up that hill on West Wheelock St.: shorts swishing and iPod blaring. She's at the gym on the elliptical reading Us Weekly, checking the clock and looking in the mirror.
Spring term at Dartmouth is possibly one of the best times of year. However, each June becomes more bittersweet than the last as another class says goodbye to dear ol' Dartmouth, and it gets even closer to being our turn. This year, we are forced to say so long to the Class of 2009.
After four years, I've picked up some pretty critical Dartmouth survival skills. Sean knows my breakfast wrap order, I've memorized the pattern at the traffic light and I know to count the remaining cups to figure out whose turn it is to drink. My pants are hemmed about two inches shorter than they should be, and my favorite pair of frat shoes is made of plastic, so any griming up leaves them only a quick rinse away from being wearable again. I've accepted that the paths on the Green are both asymmetrical and nonsensical, and happily cut across the grass. With this skill set happily in place, I've begun to realize that these don't exactly hold up as exemplary transferable abilities.
Since the day we arrived at Dartmouth, we have been repeatedly told how much this school has to offer in terms of academics, extracurriculars and campus life.
Rembert's Valedictorian Speech, June 14, 2009 [Rembert REMEMBER YOUR MANTRA: You are a golden god You are a golden god You are a golden god][Stand up straight.
So, how did you end up back in Hanover?When I graduated, I moved to Boston and worked as a strategy consultant for five years, helping technology companies.
Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.
Rugby Girl: When I have kids, I'm going to talk to them in a fake British accent so that they have British accents. '12 Guy: She's had lunch with a different guy every day this week.'12 Girl: We have a term for that back on the farm ... it's called a slut. '11 KDE: Sometimes I feel like I'm getting stupider.'11 Tri-Delt: I'm definitely getting stupider.
I'll freely admit it, I love Harry Potter. Seriously people, those books are pretty great.