What's up with Dartmouth fashion?
I'm no expert on women's fashion, or any fashion for that matter. Still, there are two fashion trends among females in Hanover that just don't make sense.
I'm no expert on women's fashion, or any fashion for that matter. Still, there are two fashion trends among females in Hanover that just don't make sense.
What's up with dance parties at Dartmouth? Temperature control, please. No successful dance party can be complete without absurdly loud music, gyrating (less than fully-clothed) bodies and (in most cases) free-flowing, stimulating substances.
That's right, no more Dartmouth football. I'm sure this news will come as a shock to the student body, because we have so many adamant fans.
As much as people complain about living in the Dartmouth bubble, everyone has to admit that the local food is pretty decent, given that it comes from the middle of the wilderness.
Fact: You are never on time. Dartmouth prepares us for many things in life, but being punctual is not one of them.
College administrators recently circulated a survey to members of the senior class to help them give out awards at the end of the year.
Our campus has been downright oversaturated with talk of sexual assault. The words lose their meaning, the statistics become white noise and in the end we're left with the people who care the most yelling over each other, while those who most need to appreciate the gravity of the situation slip out the back door. Allow me to yell next, but don't worry I'm not going to rehash that old "one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime" stat (an aside: it's statistically true, and when I look at my friends, I find it's real-life true). Instead, I want to discuss how we think about ourselves, our bodies and sex, and how our thinking contributes to why so many people at Dartmouth shrug off all this talk about sexual assault. I'm throwing out the term "sexual assault" not because it isn't accurate, but because all the nerve endings it used to hit are dead at this point.
I spent one morning my freshman Spring crying into my Belgian waffle at Home Plate brunch as my friend and I engaged in an intense dialogue about the hook-up culture at Dartmouth.
Cover by YOON JI KIM / The Dartmouth Staff As the end of the term approaches, it becomes more and more obvious that none of us is perfect.
Why does Baker-Berry lend itself to so many awkward interactions amongst students? Every time I set foot in the library I feel like I'm drowning in the unforgivably bad habits of every other library-goer, and I want to know why.
Reader? Hey. How was your week? The best ever? False. Why? Because the Oscars are over and thus awards season draws to a close.
It's not often that a person goes around trying to acquire a bad habit. Bad habits are what we break ourselves of.
Gossip, stereotypes and I go way back. I really got to know the two during my freshman year of high school.
'11 Girl after formal: My 'Whip My Hair Back and Forth' muscles are sore. '11 Chi Gam 1: I spooned you when you were asleep you didn't say no!'11 Chi Gam 2: (shouting on FFB) I couldn't, I was too drunk!
At a school where Overheards are frequently identified by Greek affiliation, where a frat and sorority hierarchy is unfortunate but very real and where nearly every campus-wide controversy is related to the Greek system, the experience of being unaffiliated is hard to imagine for most.
'11 BG: I can't wait to wake up in the morning and check my Spark. '15 Girl: Green Tea Weekend ... is that what they celebrate over in East Wheelock? '13 frisbee player: the spring's our season.
Of all the awful people walking around, the ones I can't stand the most are the ones telling me to live every moment like it's my last.
How often do you "go out" at Dartmouth? Don't actually answer, or the person sitting next to you might mistake you for one of those schizophrenics that pretends to be having a Bluetooth conversation while walking their dog but is in fact actually talking to their dog.
I usually have no problem shirking the Mirror theme any given week, but ignoring the "Real Talk" theme made me anxious.