What a storm! This weekend, I felt nostalgic for the New England winters of my childhood, watching the steady snowfall blanketing Hanover’s streets. As much as stomping across campus for my 10 a.m. class sucked on Monday, I could never hate the magical feeling of fresh, sparkling snow. I’m definitely ...
Hanover winter elicits a strange combination of feelings for me. As someone didn’t participate in winter sports growing up, Dartmouth in winter often feels like a playground. On any given day in the term, skiing, skating, sledding and more are at any student’s fingertips — so long as one is not ...
Leila Brady ’27 and Noelle Blake ’26 say ‘goodbye’ to London and ‘hello’ to Hanover Winter.
At Dartmouth, the end of the term waits for no one. I’m already gearing up for the last push of sleepless nights, treks to late night with equally exhausted friends and hours hunched over my laptop, squinting through old glasses because I’ve had enough with contacts. As much as I dread the end-of-term ...
At dusk on Saturday, I lay on my quilted duvet, listening to the droning of my fan and infrequent conversations on the road below my window. Last week, I endured the kind of stress that numbs you, that makes it hard to believe the stressors are trivial. But I made it to the weekend, to a moment of stillness ...
Noelle Blake ’26 writes about finding a bouquet of lilies in a trash can.
In this Editor’s Note, our three new Mirror editors consider the term ahead.
One writer spotlights the Hop Film program and the people who make it happen.
One writer explores Billings Farm and Museum, from the sleigh rides to the dairy barn.
One writer explores the passions of a musically gifted alum — and the complexity of his timeless instrument, the organ.