Kids! Draw your graphic novel!
While graphic novel creation may be up and running in White River Junction, in its burgeoning stages at Dartmouth, students have still managed to produce impressive cartoon works.
While graphic novel creation may be up and running in White River Junction, in its burgeoning stages at Dartmouth, students have still managed to produce impressive cartoon works.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Staff I don't understand comics.
Carlos Mejia: That's why we're not a democracy in this country, we're a republic. Travis Green: I think we can make Novack a happier place. Mejia: There were so many diverse groups there ... there were women there. Jaromy Siporen: Heorot's always on probation. Green: You can't say the Greek system is flawless, we have our weaknesses... I mean, maybe you can say it's flawless. Siporen: We can end the monopoly of Sunja's Sushi. Raj Koganti (drawing a model on the board): Success Siporen: I've lived through everything. Nova Robinson: We need to centralize, not neutralize. Student Assembly presidential candidates say dumb things (at debates, no less). Overhear something else?
For many years, computer companies have searched for the Holy Grail of computing: A full-fledged computer smaller than a laptop without a substantial loss in productivity.
I refer to the collective body of guys that my friend Caryn has dated/hooked up with as "the toolbox." This designation arose, not because she loiters outside True Value stalking the soft touches of handymen, but rather because every guy she's ever been into has been, in my opinion, a gigantic tool.
I recently caught up with Lindsey Wolf '08 -- reluctant iconoclast by day, best kept secret in the junior class by night.
Artistic comics are all well and good, but sometimes comic fans need to turn to the two major mainstream publishers, Marvel and DC, to remind them what drew them to comics in the first place.
It's been almost four years at Dartmouth for me now. Four years of rotating between the same few restaurants.
I am going to admit right from the outset that this is going to be one half-assed column. Actually, considering the size of the posterior of this Round Mound of Rebound, that would probably imply that there is greater quality here than in reality.
Due to sorority blitz lists and their powers of persuasion, rumor had it that The Herp has been circulating around campus.
A Scottish, short-term volunteer named Kirsten left a note when she left Biloxi. "Thanks for letting me in so graciously to your wee world even though I was here but for a short time.
This has not been the easiest of terms for the house manager of my sorority. I don't envy she who is tasked with blitzing out to sisters to tell them that no, in fact, when the town's water supply goes AWOL, they cannot take a shower despite their recent trip to the gym, nor can they do their laundry even though they really want that skirt clean.
Vermont usually summons stereotypical images of cows, maple syrup, glowing green mountains and liberals.
When it comes to hanging out on Dartmouth campus, we all have our place of choice. But what makes a certain frat or sorority so special when planning your night out?
Fraternity bathrooms are like snowflakes. No two are the same. Though, I'll be honest, the comparison pretty much stops there.
I am continually amazed by the things that come out of the mouths/keyboards of the Dartmouth population, particularly when comments are made in an anonymous forum.
The schedule of college groups volunteering over spring break was made months in advance, so I had plenty of time to plot how I would prove myself a better human being than the Harvard-bots: arm wrestling, perhaps, or a contest of SAT-style analogies. Go!
So you think it's over? You worked hard in school, made Career Services your best friend, perfected your resume until you had it memorized and dedicated 10 weeks of your life to corporate recruiting.
Ah munchies, that urgent hunger that must be fulfilled, that need for anything edible, as long as it's not a salad and preferably is covered in cheese.
On any given Friday night an intimate group can be found on the second floor of any fraternity, passing a joint as philosophical discussion ensues.