Dear Dartmouth,

I can’t remember when we first met. Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. I remembered seeing him playing outside; we couldn’t have been more than three or four years old…

Dear Dartmouth,

I never really felt “poor” until I came to Dartmouth. Once I arrived, I could not escape constant reminders of this fact; classmates of mine were able to hire movers, break rules without being worried about fines, and spend money at restaurants freely…

Dear Dartmouth,

When I came out in the ninth grade, I was met with a wide variety of responses. The most predictable was from my sister, who hugged me and then burned my Minecraft house down in retaliation for a prior battle. The most perplexing was from a teammate on the swim team, who told me that she supported me but also that she “didn’t believe in gay people…”

Dear Dartmouth,

As most of us pull through week 9 (is that right? Are we this far?), a few recent, major newsmakers caught all of us off-guard. The first came ten days past, as Morano Gelato—a Hanover darling and Dartmouth favorite—announced they…

I’ve never spent so much time in my room. I’ll admit it—I’m a homebody that loves sitting on my bed, but, man, going to college, cramming all my stuff in my tiny River dorm, and having a fresh new room makes something about my childhood room feel different. Maybe it’s...

Desde el momento en que me monté al avión en rumbo a Hanover ya estaba extrañado la comida de mi mamá, de mi abuela, y de los restaurantes de mi querido Chicago. Después de 18 años, mi estomago ya estaba acostumbrado a una vida buena, una vida llena de arroz y sopas y...

Dear Dartmouth,

As most of us pull through week 9 (is that right? Are we this far?), a few recent, major newsmakers caught all of us off-guard. The first came ten days past, as Morano Gelato—a Hanover darling and Dartmouth favorite—announced they…