The Art of Living Off-Campus
Since there are only 200 people who hang out at Dartmouth, it shouldn't be too hard to make a name for yourself.
Since there are only 200 people who hang out at Dartmouth, it shouldn't be too hard to make a name for yourself.
What's it like to manage the 30-plus students that in the apartments above Murphy's each term? Mike Iskander, the building manager, shares his thoughts on Dartmouth students. How long have you been a building manager for? Three years now.
'10 Tridelt (while painting a pong paddle): Boys think we're really cute for doing this. '10 Kappa: Oh my god I'm lactating! '10 Transfer student: Please don't lactate on me. Tri-Kap '10 to high school girl in basement: Yo, sorry you have to leave, we can't let high school people in. Girl, as she throws a beer in the guys face: I AM A GROWN ASS BITCH Tri-Kap, as he escorts her out: Too bad, we don't let grown ass bitches in either. '10 girl #1: Did you see that foco poster?
DDS + Sophomore Summer = sad face. How am I expected to live in a world where Foco closes at 10!? That's just honky talk.
We all pretend that when we grow up, we will deactivate our Facebook accounts. I'm willing to bet we won't.
Summer is all about spending as much time outdoors as much as possible. So to help you out, we've scheduled a perfect summer Saturday from sunrise at 5:15 a.m.
Until this summer, I didn't realize how much a little sunshine and a high of 85 could brighten my day.
Take legit classes during sophomore summer? Why? Not only would you miss massive facetime in Astro 3, you'd also be utterly confused by Sig Ep party blitzes referencing some guy named "Professor Ulrich." Plus, actually working may conflict with key rope-swing-jumping-off hours, or result in you missing out on the invaluable experience of bonding with your sweaty classmates in a 118 degree basement. The disadvantages are obvious, but as my naturally inquisitive nature set me thinking, I came to a shocking revelation. There are immediate, parent-friendly reasons for taking serious classes: they count towards your major, studying encourages an "adult," non-partying-oriented lifestyle and you're paying 80 times your future salary to be here.
The sun is out but classes are in full swing as we finish week four of the best 10 weeks of our lives.
Ray Crosby is a familiar face behind the counter at Collis. He's been serving omlettes, stir fry, entrees and smoothies there for almost nine years now.
Sophomore summer may seem like the perfect time to hook up: the weather is nice, clothes start coming off and everyone is drunk almost every night of the week.
'10 KDE: Yeah, when I get drunk I have the tendency to go to Theta Delt and sit on the bench there. '10 girl 1 [In Collis]: No, I know he's not like traditionally dateable.
Frequent late-night visitors to my Facebook profile were disappointed to learn last week that I am now listed as "In a relationship." The move comes at a time when many Dartmouth "dating scene" "experts" claim that campus, at the fabled crux of the "X-Curve," is supposed to explode with hook up potential.
Ah, sophomore summer. Warm days, shirtless frisbee players on the Green, vaguely "summerish"-themed tails with the normal amount of alcohol and a quarter of the people ... what more do you need?
For Dartmouth students, the hype surrounding sophomore summer is unavoidable: the intersection of the X-curve, the renowned scholastic offerings of Organic Farming, Engines 3 and Astro 2 and the opportunity to run back summer camp sans supervision -- all on a campus full of pong tables and no upperclassmen to take precedence.
Sophomore summer--so we've heard for the first two years of our Dartmouth careers--is the best term ever.
Notice the ties and heels running through campus at around 4 p.m. lately? How about the school buses departing around 5:30 p.m.
By Amy Davis I am against blind dates for formals. Now, I know what you're thinking: Why not take the risk?
Grey Cusack / The Dartmouth Staff Ian Tapu '08 was selected to lead his class at Commencement as one of eight 2008 class marshals.
'11 Boy [at the Hop]: I want to get Schroedinger's Equation tattooed on my back. '11 Friend: For what?