Noelle Blake ’26 is a Mirror editor from Hartford, CT. She is majoring in English with minors in Spanish and Global Health. She hopes to pursue a career that combines her love of literature with service and advocacy work.
Hi Mirror, it’s Noelle! This is probably the last you’ll hear from me as a Mirror Editor. With a little sadness and lots of relief, this year’s Directorate will pass the torch to a wonderfully capable group of D Staff in just a few weeks. I’ll refrain from reflecting on my entire time at the ...
Two writers evaluate the best flavors Main Street’s My Brigadeiro has to offer.
Hi Mirror, it’s Noelle. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been made increasingly aware that people actually read my editor’s notes (thank you), so I’m cautious to get too personal in the theme of this week’s issue. But generally, the older I get, the more I think it’s pointless to try ...
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.