Ask anyone on campus what their favorite part about Dartmouth is and at least nine times out of 10, the answer will not be the professors, the course offerings or the horrendous dining plans, but the friendships they've formed here. And why not?
Wednesday: 11:45 a.m.: Pregame 12s with the besties, four shot minimum. 12:30 p.m.: Arrive at your 12, turn in your paper, proceed to online shop for the next hour.
We've all heard the insane marriage statistics (apparently one in 10 Dartmouth students will marry each other) and seen the alumni in the basements celebrating their 15th reuinions.
While Dartmouth may not have gained its renown from its varsity teams, there is something to be said about athletics at Dartmouth.
With the exception of that special satisfaction we get from stopping traffic on the reg by jaywalking, getting from one place to another around here is a huge hassle.
**From: "Freshman" Date: February 28, 2011 12:17:00 PM EDTTo: recipient list suppressedSubject: LOST: BLACK NORTHFACEReply-To: 15folyfe 15folyfe@Dartmouth.EDU**### So so so sorry for spamming everyone's inboxes, but I'm missing a big, puffy black Northface since the TriKap dance party last night.
Broke-ass bitches are sassy, shameless members of the 99 percent. They like to think of their membership as exclusive, but flexible enough to act ridiculously without fear of losing their status as a 99 percent-er.
We latch onto the omnipresent, facetimey antics of the flamboyant men in Collis after 12s. We reference the giant pride flag hanging above the cider-soaked basement in Sigma Delt.
I'd never known such an overwhelmingly happy group of people as my Dimensions buddies. That is, until I met H-Croo a group so enthused by their temporary occupation that they took it upon themselves to change their hair color to reflect their undying excitement to meet us freshmen. But then I auditioned for a cappella and was introduced to yet another stunningly exuberant array of young adults. Upon failing to join their cheerful ranks, I joined the smilingly sarcastic group of writers on The Mirror staff, whose sharp commentary on the status quo was by no means reflected in their sunny, if sometimes snarky, personas. Upon arriving at Dartmouth, I was taken aback by the sheer level of happiness on campus.
"It's funny. A year ago, I came here loathing the whole [sorority] system," a '14 female confessed, smirking a little as she looked out at the suddenly ubiquitous Greek letters adorning what seemed like every available article of clothing on Collis porch.