Last week, I discussed the College's varied failures and successes in coping with one of the greatest challenges it has faced in the past 35 years: how to coeducate a college that, traditionally, prizes hypermasculinity. Now, on to Dartmouth today.
After my high school graduation, my uncle gave me a card with a black-and-white photo of a grizzly man drinking Budweiser and ice fishing on the cover.
This year's American Film Market Festival will feature not just one, but three films about the life of famed Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar, The New York Times reported this week.
There are three things that I've thought about that aren't related to Dartmouth this week: South Park, my job as a nanny and wildfires.
Before we get down to business, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Maggie, I'm from the state of Minnesota, and I like sandwiches and brushing my teeth. I like shortcuts, too.
Welcome to college, freshmen. Welcome to the dorms, to the field, to the basement. You're bright, you're interesting, you're making loyal friends and worthy enemies.
Tilman Dette / The Dartmouth Staff I don't understand comics.