Town businesses prepare for influx of Carnival visitors, alumni
Many local stores and restaurants anticipate a spike in business this weekend, a welcome relief during winter, which some say is the slowest season for business.
Many local stores and restaurants anticipate a spike in business this weekend, a welcome relief during winter, which some say is the slowest season for business.
I know the general consensus is that Winter Carnival is overrated, but it’s my favorite big weekend after Homecoming.
College offices are bolstering their staff and services in preparation for Winter Carnival weekend.
Whether making the pilgrimage back to Hanover to see campus in full winter swing or to participate in College-sponsored alumni events, alumni flock to the College for Carnival weekend each year.
As I sat in FoCo last week, I noticed yet again how close even the most seemingly mundane parts of campus make me feel to my family.
As much as we might try to fight it, moving away from home changes things.
In the finely crafted art of distributing information via flyers, there are three keys to success, much like with real estate or electrical outlets. In no particular order, these are location, location, location. This mantra is the core of The Stall Street Journal, whose single-page publications are strategically poised at eye level in restrooms across campus.
When imagining a theater professor, I would not immediately think of Peter Hackett. Instead, I picture a man in a black turtleneck and beret, someone who sports the sort of mustache that belongs in an 18th century portrait and drops French words into every conversation.
The most prominent images in my Dartmouth memory reel are those I associate with stripped artifice — emotional tipping points, instances of revelation, discoveries of unfamiliar interests and the privilege of feeling trusted
'16 Girl: Now the employees in KAF know my name! '16 Guy: Not sure if that's something to be proud of or ashamed of. \n'14 Guy: Did everyone just decide to wear Canada Goose once they got to campus this term?
First-world problems had never been so relevant until a week ago, when I took my phone out of my pocket and realized with horror that it would not turn on.
There’s something about winter that makes us feel like freshmen all over again.
HELL WEEK SUN GOD RETURNS: Why is he still here? The world may never know. GETTING TAPPED: Even if you didn't get that incredibly trolly blitz from the Sphinx, we're sure you've heard rumors about cryptic blitzes and the magic of secret societies. SUPER BOWL SUNDAY: Whether you're rooting for the Broncos or the Seahawks or just in it for Bruno Mars and the commercials, celebrating America's favorite holiday is a must this weekend. DINESH D'SOUZA: In case you case you missed it: this former Review editor-in-chief, who conveniently just visited the College, pleaded not guilty to charges of campaign finance fraud last week.
In case you were wondering, the snooze button is a terrible invention that only makes you more tired.
As the oldest and self-proclaimed favorite of my family’s three children, I was the guinea pig while my mom and dad tried their hand at the whole parenting thing. As it turns out, my mom had heard that the other (presumably more learned) mothers had started supplementing their infants’ diets with sweet potatoes for extra nutrition. Perhaps a heavier emphasis should have been placed on the word “supplement,” because they ended up feeding me so many sweet potatoes that I actually turned orange. I repeat — I was the guinea pig. I was back in the hospital two weeks later. Everyone thought I had jaundice.
For as long as we can remember, we’ve been surrounded by rankings. Our dads shouted at the TV when there was an upset (Erin’s about basketball, Marina’s about assorted Russian music awards). We were both bummed when that girl from PE class suddenly removed us from her Top Eight on MySpace. And don’t even get us started on the Neopets games room.
Government professor: Since we have to have inflated grades, I'd rather make you work for them. '14 Girl: I can't concentrate, I can only think about pong. '14 Boy: My hands are sweaty from being on Friendsy. '15 Girl: Walking across campus without a bra is actually really liberating. '17 Boy: Being drunk is weird.
Outrageous fees are part of the college admissions process — it’s no big secret. With preparation books for every standardized test imaginable, application fees that stop you from adding that one last safety school to your list and pricey volumes with oddly specific titles like “The 437.5 Best Colleges in the U.S.” and “100 College Admissions Essays That Really, Truly, Actually, Honestly, Definitely Worked,” it’s impossible to escape the process with your wallet unscathed.
On a winter night my freshman year, I jolted awake from a poorly planned nap crammed between midterm study sessions. With a devastating sense of loss, I realized that my mother was nowhere to be found. I called out to her, my eyes bloodshot, then fell back into bed. I was not in my house in Korea, 6,600 miles away, but rather in my dorm room at Dartmouth, my supposed home away from home.
I couldn’t even tell you the number of times my editors cut out the Dartmouth cliches I used in my first Mirror articles during freshman year. References like #facetime, the weather being unbelievably cold and all forms of “so/too real” were akin to profanity. But for me, these were the easy jokes because as a freshman, I understood them. I could even execute them. And it never occurred to me how little insight they conveyed to the upperclassmen that had heard the punch lines thousands of times before I ever stepped on campus.