Dartmouth's My Favorite
So, this past Saturday, I was doing homework in the library. (Sorry for being awesome.) Now, sometimes I listen to music while I study.
So, this past Saturday, I was doing homework in the library. (Sorry for being awesome.) Now, sometimes I listen to music while I study.
The way I see it, most of us sort of knew what we were getting ourselves into when we applied to Dartmouth work, and lots of it.
I went to a prep school. Yeah, a prep school. As in living away from home, as in elitism, as in class on Saturdays.
Private school is a strange and esoteric world. Bizarre traditions abound. The terminology for the breakdown of grade levels is nonsensical (Intermediate School?
Doug Gonzalez / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Doug Gonzalez / The Dartmouth Senior Staff If there's one thing I will never pass up, it is a DREAM bake sale.
As I enter the dorm room of Sydney Thomashow '11 (Lord 104) she offers me my pick of the Hello Kitty tattoos and a wet washcloth, scattered around German Expressionism art history books and wine glasses on her table.
In Croo songs, it seems like there is always some lyric about forgetting your SAT scores, or your general high school awkwardness because zomg!
I'm not sure when my fascination with the Greeks began. Maybe it was the Windex-loving dad in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" who finds a way to trace the roots of the word "kimono" back to the Greek language or maybe the first time I heard the song "Zero to Hero" from the movie "Hercules" (I dare you to see that movie and not have that song stuck in your head for weeks) or maybe, just maybe, it was all those hours I spent (OK, spend) drooling in front of the TV over Uncle Jesse in "Full House." Either way, the strangest part of all of this is that for the longest time, among the many reasons for my infatuation with Greece, food wasn't one of them.
This week, I have some good news and some bad news for my loyal readers. The bad news is that I was unable to obtain a fancy new gadget to test out this week from my many (read: one) big tech company contacts.
From day one, we've been indoctrinated into buying the propaganda that all is perfect in the Dartmouth bubble.
R.I.P.The Dartmouth Indian Mascot(and all talks about bringing it back)1769- 2010 Mr. Lott, please know this isn't directed at you.
Stephanie Han / The Dartmouth Senior Staff Stephanie Han / The Dartmouth Senior Staff What is Dartmouth to you?Dartmouth = Hogwarts + Disneyland?
Could building a better Dartmouth help improve the world at large? Environmental consciousness is something that is easy to preach, but much tougher to act on.
Like just about every other returning Dartmouth student this year, my excitement to be back on campus was almost entirely fueled by the anticipation of setting foot in the building formerly known as the Thayer Dining Hall.
Okay so you should get by now that I hate the future. Not like the universal "future" where Segways replace walking, but no one's fat because all calories have been removed from food without any effect whatsoever on taste.
There are no plates in Homeplate. It no longer feels like home. Where does that leave the name? Imagine if they stopped serving food in Food Court.
The Drunkest Girls Write an Anonymous Note To the Mirror "sweetheart": The first night at AD when you left crying, Dartmouth made out with two girls and was grinding with multiple fat women.
Thayer's changes may be the talk of the now, but it's not the only construction that's going on. Two other hubbubs of development are the Visual Arts Center and the Class of 1978 Life Sciences Building.
People come from all over the world to experience New York Fashion Week. Here, designers premiere their new collections for the season while the fashion world eagerly awaits the genius that will inevitably grace the runway.
'11 International student: We've definitely talked about marriage because... I mean, I don't have a green card. '14: Anything that requires singing and dancing is really competitive here. '14 Girl: I can't decide whether to buy Ke$ha tickets or donate the money to that cancer charity. '13 Girl: My big mistake was eating spinach for dinner, because then at rush I had to get really creative with when to fart, how to fart and where to fart. '11 Girl looking at a picture of a Lion: This would be my husband if I was a lion. '11 Guy while filling out service-based trip application: I hope they ask you to attach your resume, that would be sick. Saturday during football game, Townie (on cell phone): Yes, $150 of maple.