Here it is, everyone! Our final Editors’ Note of the year and of the 180th Directorate. Omala, here. I’ve always found that reaching the end is a bizarre feeling. I have struggled my whole life with nostalgic depression and knowing that there are feelings and places that I will never ...
This Winter Carnival felt like a fever dream, and not in a “crazy, lit, movie!” kind of way. It struck me that, after four years here, I did not truly know what Winter Carnival entailed. I was frustrated that the Polar Bear Swim was canceled, a tradition that my dad participated in during his time ...
It might just be me, but January has truly felt like the longest month ever. And, boy, am I relieved that tomorrow it will be over and the month of Valentines will be among us. January has always felt like a time capsule to me. It has the short lived excitement as the first month of a New Year, ...
Returning to campus after a hefty six weeks of holiday can be a little jarring. You greet people as though you haven’t seen them in years, yet opening up Canvas takes you right back to the final you bombed last term. Despite being so used to my arduous journey from Heathrow to Hanover, stepping into ...
Over break, I saw a ’28 after she opened her acceptance letter to Dartmouth. I stood in an adjacent room — not knowing her well enough to feel as though I could be there for the actual opening of the letter — and waited to hear a reaction to the seemingly fate-deciding laptop click. I heard a ...
Eeeek. Week 9 is here and we at Mirror are freaking out once again. This past weekend marked our Directorate Cabin Night, which happened at the house of our lovely photo editor Caroline. I woke up on Sunday morning feeling oddly rejuvenated, despite the ongoing exhaustion I felt last week. Daylight ...
On Saturday, I went to the Dartmouth-Harvard football game. After riding on a cramped bus to Boston for over two hours, standing amidst a packed crowd for an hour and finally wandering to find a bathroom for 15 minutes, I decided to venture outside of Harvard stadium. As I strode across the Charles ...
Something spooky is in the air. And it’s not the scariness of how quickly the time comes around for me to write my biweekly Editors’ Note. The heaviness of the October gloom that is settling in all around us is getting to me slightly. This fine Week 7 has proved, once again, that you can most certainly ...
Through a friend of a friend, I somehow received an invitation to a neighborhood apple-picking and cider-making event this weekend. As an outsider, I felt nervous to intrude on this community event. Yet, my intrigue won over my anxiety. I decided to tag along with my friend, in the hopes of returning ...
I am writing this from my favorite spot in Sanborn, people-watching and trying to distract myself from the mountain of work that is building on my to-do list. Now feels like an acceptable point in the term to start putting off work and ignoring emails. Just in time for midterms, am I right? This week ...