It wouldn't be early January in the media without some sort of nod to the New Year, whether looking backwards to the year that was or forwards to what will be.
No one saw it coming. The fall of 2007 was routine: certain alumni got their ("this-College-was-once-free-of-") panties in a bunch, prompting certain other alumni to leap instantly down to their level and slap right back, only a little harder.
For Leon Chang '08, the big moment came sophomore winter in a Toulouse internet cafe. He'd been playing poker since freshman fall, when he first played for money in one of the Choates common rooms.
In the weeks leading to the beginning of my sentence, I contemplated the romantic write-a-novel-while-in-jail idea.
After I was arrested and charged with burglary for semi-accidentally stealing wine and the Sunday Times from a convenience store, things calmed down. The Valley News ran a story.
My mom always told me never to drink without eating. It was my first time. Of course, my parents drink exactly 1.5 glasses of red wine per day.
(Happy Homecoming. My Trouble story continues next Friday.) Freshmen, I've heard that the administration is trying to meddle with the tradition of rushing the field.
This is the story of how I got in trouble. Until this night, my life had been a pre-Yoko Beatles single.
There is a sign taped to the wall behind the Novack toasters. It says, "These are toasters." I didn't understand the need for such a sign until yesterday.
As trippees trickled into Hanover and brought America to Dartmouth, Kapil Kale '07 and I roadtripped across the country and brought Dartmouth to America. Kapil was a Lodj-er and, to quote Swingers, the guy behind the guy behind the guy.