Chicken and Waffles
By Peter Stein | May 24, 2012This is a love letter. When I arrived four years ago, I did not know who I would be today.
This is a love letter. When I arrived four years ago, I did not know who I would be today.
This is the story of Green Key. Green Key is the best big weekend. Freshmen are finally a real part of the community and rage as such.
This is the story of an allusion. "I wake up every morning and wonder whether I love this place or I hate it." "That means you love it." You have probably noticed that the seniors are all carrying around a lot of jade these days.
This is the story of the tortoise and the hare. I've only ever heard a few true stories. "I just didn't do, like, anything today, dude.
This is the story of loose change. I have never understood the point of change. Like coins.
This is the story of the blackout train. "I peed myself last night... Not really... Well, kinda." I love hearing stuff like that.
This is the story of playing in traffic. I have been working on the Internet for a long time.
This is not a story. This is a collection of meandering experiences written in response to Kathleen Mayer's recent post on Dartblog ("A Friend Who Became a Brother," March 30). The views that follow are my own.
This is the story of the seasons. Fall. It begins with warmth. It begins with the sun still happily shining.
This is the story of a different Dartmouth. We measure time on a line. Sort of. Someone decided to bend that line into a circle.