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So, we are paying 40,000 dollars a year to be educated. Is it really happening? We took a moment to reflect on what we remember from our classes so far.
So, we are paying 40,000 dollars a year to be educated. Is it really happening? We took a moment to reflect on what we remember from our classes so far.
We have weird ways of constructing masculinity on campus. It seems to involve drinking a lot of light beer, sometimes throwing things or chanting and having themed events that involve girls showing up better than naked (I'm looking at you, porn star tails). Now please don't get me wrong, but I think you are all pansies.
"This is going to be the best birthday party ever!" Boy in Novack putting candles on a Lou's cake Girl A: Do you think we can just walk into any frat? Girl B: I don't know, don't we look like we go here though? Girl A: I don't even know if I want to go.
It may already be August, but we are not giving up on this term just yet. The Upper Valley still has plenty of hidden hotspots that continue to spark up summer even as the days start to dwindle.
Oh, living off campus. I don't know how I feel about it... Pros: More freedom. More independence.
As many students forsake dormitory life and begin to "play house" in off campus residences, the meaning of "sophomore summer -- no parents!" becomes even more apparent.
Dear Chris and Anna, With the recent beautiful weather, I've been faced with some tough decisions.
Book: "John, Paul, George & Ben" by Lane Smith Ah! Do you remember Lane Smith, the guy who made "The Stinky Cheese Man"? (If you didn't read this as a child, you = big-time loser). His latest contribution to children's lit is the oh-so-clever "John, Paul, George and Ben" -- a parallel of America's founding fathers to the Beatles (Ben Franklin stands in for Ringo!) The illustrations are (of course) cute and hilarious, and the text is clever enough to cause chuckles from the most lit-snobby of jerkfaces.
For the past year or so, after many failed relationships and crushed hopes, my friends and I have relied on the dream of sophomore summer.
It's said that Hanover is "where romance comes to die." This statement eases the worries of neurotic students like only a glass of warm milk or a corporate internship can.
Book: "Confessions of a Memory Eater" by Pagan Kennedy This novel is short (a good summer requirement) and provocative; its hero, a New Hampshire college professor, comes across a pharmaceutical company that sells a new form of LSD that lets its customers relive any memory they choose.
Dear Anna and Chris, As you probably know, I am a pretty big guy who loves steak. Not steak like Theta Delt, but steak like delicious meat on the barbecue.
ISO: Tall(ish, I'm 5'3" so taller than that), funny, kind, intelligent ... if only I knew what I was in search of.
So summer seems to be synonymous with nakedness -- a nakedness of all sorts. If not bodily nakedness, some form of nakedness nonetheless -- foot nakedness, for one, is very prevalent.
Tip Top-Notch: The New Face of White River Junction
Dear Hannah and Anna, I've been putting off thinking about graduating all year. This morning, however, during my daily 6 a.m.
'05 AD: "Ninety percent of Dartmouth lingo is stolen from me. Facetime, Facechug, etc." '06 Girls: "Neel, shut up." '05 AD: "Okay fine, but I popularized 80 perrcent of the words that are used on this campus.