It is easy to lie about who you are, both to yourself and others. Most freshmen enter college with very few people who truly know them — and, of course, many barely know themselves.
The first time I wrote for The Mirror was the second week of my freshman fall in 2011. Now I find myself editing my last issue of The Mirror.
This week, The D's editorial directorate gets ready to say goodbye.
In the past few weeks, it’s been hard not to question some of those aspects of my identity that I used to consider givens.
What's in and what's out (the freshmen after dark — egad) this week.
This fall has been one of the most confusing and tumultuous terms of my time at Dartmouth.
What's cool (and we mean frigid) this week.
This week, The Mirror is getting personal. I’m not really sure how it happened, but all of our writers this week added a little tinge of personal history to their stories.
The topic of anniversaries — our centerfold this week — got me thinking about the importance of getting a little perspective, which is hard to do while burrowed in the stacks or, in my case, lurking in my off-campus apartment. There are so many people I could have met, clubs I could have joined, apples I could have picked. It’s a good thing I still have a little bit of that precious time left.
