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September 22, 2025 | Latest Issue
The Dartmouth
Aditi Gupta

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.

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Mirror

Editor’s Note

The end of every term at Dartmouth feels like a reckoning. Finals bring chaos: panicked cramming, desperate office hours, the startling Vox Daily notification reminding you that you’ve overstayed your welcome on 3FB and should really go to bed. The quick pace of these weeks always sparks big questions ...

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Mirror

Editor’s Note

A little goal of mine this summer is to explore every building on campus I’ve never been in before. Not just poke my head in, but actually be there, setting up camp with my laptop, drinking bad coffee in a forgotten lounge, watching the light move through unfamiliar windows. Dartmouth is tiny but ...

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Mirror

Editor’s Note

My hands shake. Not dramatically, but persistently, a faint tremor humming through everything I do. It shows up in the obvious places first: holding a pen, threading a needle, pipetting in lab. But it also sneaks into moments I wouldn’t expect, when I’m reaching for a cup of water, or holding the ...

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Mirror

Editor’s Note

This term, I’ve had my dorm room to myself — technically a double, but temporarily mine alone. For the first two weeks, I didn’t touch my former roommate’s side. Her bed stayed bare, her desk remained clear and her walls, blank and pale, stretched out like silence across from me. I kept to my ...

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Mirror

Editor’s Note

My mom is a gardener through and through. She coaxes blooms from bare stems and revives the drooping and forgotten with a few muttered words and a splash of water. Whatever weight the day lays on her shoulders — fatigue, frustration, the quiet ache of repetition — it all slips away the moment she ...

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Mirror

Editor's Note

The transition into this term felt like being dropped into a pool and told to swim before I could even surface for air. One minute, I was catching up with friends, eating rushed dinners with people I hadn’t seen in months, laughing too loud and staying up too late; the next, I was hunching over tables ...

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