TTLG: A Marathon, Not a Sprint
By Gretchen Bauman | June 15, 2025Former Mirror editor Gretchen Bauman ’25 reflects on running and her four years at Dartmouth.
Former Mirror editor Gretchen Bauman ’25 reflects on running and her four years at Dartmouth.
One writer spotlights the Post Mills Airport, the Vermontasaurus and the Experimental Balloon & Airship Association Meet.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall: it’s Gretchen, writing from one of the mysteriously-stained, slightly-too-squishy couches that lives on the second floor of Robinson Hall — the same couch I’ve sat on for the past four years at Mirror story assignment meetings. To be honest, I’ve been dreading this ...
When I think about it for too long, the idea of originality makes me a little nauseous. In a fit of nostalgia — and a desire to procrastinate studying for an exam — I reread my Common Application essay earlier this week, which centered around the feeling that everything I write was destined to be ...
Dear Diary — I mean, Mirror, How do you know when a risk is worth taking? One of my government classes has spent the past few weeks pondering this question. Our discussions about probabilities and gambles have forced me to reflect on my life, and a weekend trip to the Scottish Highlands in October ...
In the first editor’s note of the new year, Gretchen Bauman ’25 reflects on her winterim downsizing efforts and the complexities of sentimentality.
Welcome to week 8, Mirror. The combination of Homecoming weekend, the presidential election and the New York City Marathon — all of which somehow took place within the past week — have stirred up a strange cocktail of emotions within me, ranging from nostalgia to dread and everything in between. ...
Sunrise last Monday found me summiting Holt’s Ledge, drenched from a predawn rainstorm, shivering and about 37 miles into the Dartmouth Fifty — a 57-mile, 31 hour nonstop hike from Moosilauke Ravine Lodge to Hanover. A few minutes later, I sat on the side of the trail and closed my eyes, wishing ...
A few days ago, I decided that I would write this week’s Editor’s Note about trying to slow down and pay more attention to my surroundings. Mere hours ago, I was out on a run and, in a cruel display of irony, my advice came back to haunt me. For a moment, I stopped paying attention to the road beneath ...
It’s reached the point in the term where I look back on the past nine weeks and wonder how the days passed by so quickly. This term, I’m feeling the fickleness of time even more so than normal — on Friday, my younger brother and only sibling will graduate from high school. It feels like just yesterday ...