Aditi Gupta ’27 is a Mirror editor from Ridgefield, Conn. She is majoring in Biology with minors in Global Health and English. On campus, she spends most of her time working in a cell biology lab. She hopes to pursue a career that integrates her love for scientific research with her broader academic interests in health and literature.
There’s something deeply embarrassing about realizing, while packing up my room to move for the summer, that I might have a genuine addiction to Depop. Every drawer I open seems to produce another shirt I forgot I owned, another pair of shoes I convinced myself I needed because they belonged to some ...
Monday was the first hot day we’ve had in a long time. One day we were still waiting for spring to fully arrive, and then it did without announcement. People were suddenly outside again in a way that made it obvious how long we had all been indoors, stepping into the cold only when really necessary. The ...
One writer reflects on the intimacy of collective attention.
I had a protein bar in my bag for months. It wasn’t there because I really liked the flavor, or because I ever actually planned to eat it. It was there because having it felt like the responsible thing to do — a small, sealed backup plan for a version of the day that might go slightly wrong. I carried ...
It snowed on Monday, which was also Dimensions — Dartmouth’s admitted students day. Snow isn’t ideal on any spring day, but it’s particularly devastating on the one day meant to showcase all the fun and beauty campus has to offer. I was halfway across the Green, head down, getting whipped ...
This weekend, I finally decorated my room. I’d put it off for too long; only a knee injury and being trapped in my small corner of campus forced me to finally address my blank walls. I ended up perched on my bed, leg locked and crutches just within reach, trying to press photos into the corners of ...
Happy Week 1 Mirror! It’s Aditi! It’s so good to be back. I spent winter term in Boston, swept up in the hustle and bustle of city life, except “hustle and bustle” is just code for curling up at home during a variety of snowstorms, blizzards, etc. Absence does in fact make the heart grow fonder, ...
At the end of my sophomore summer, I found myself standing in the backyard of my sorority house under a canopy of twinkle lights and gold streamers. Everything glowed — the grass, the music, the people I loved, all blurred together in this warm, shimmering haze. We were laughing and crying and dancing ...
I’m currently taking a class called Jane Austen’s Afterlives. I’ve always considered myself an Austen fan, despite the fact that until recently, I’d only read “Pride and Prejudice.” But Austen feels like one of those authors you can claim even with minimal exposure. Her characters and stories ...
This past weekend, I celebrated my friend’s 21st birthday. It’s among the first of what feels like an endless parade of twenty-firsts, milestones that have been hyped up for decades and then arrive, almost absurdly, like any other Saturday night. I walked to CVS at 11:30 p.m. for boxed cake mix, ...