Editor’s Note
By Jennifer Argote And Amita Kulkarni, The Dartmouth Senior Staff
Published on Friday, January 16, 2009
Jen and I agree on many things, like how New Year's resolutions suck, The Mirror is the most-read section of The Dartmouth and the fact that our school is awesome. Nevertheless, Jen will jump at any chance she gets to jet home to New Orleans for a weekend. Whereas for me, it's the exact opposite. Being a native of New Jersey probably has a lot to do with it, but really, I've lost all desire to know what's happening in my hometown. Other than seeing my family and catching up with my two best friends, breaks at home are truly painful.
If I could, just for once, step into my local bagel store and get my breakfast bagel without running into a single high school classmate and having that awkward, obligatory "Oh my gosh, hey! What's up?! ... We should really hang out while we're home..." conversation, I think I'd die and go to heaven. Sadly, the same conversations always end with me grumpily getting into my car, complaining about how fake she was and realizing how fake I've become.
Then there's Jen. Since matriculating, she's made 27 flights to or from Dartmouth because she loves nothing more than catching up with her Country Day friends to water ski on the bayous, hang uptown with her twin and cheer on the Saints and Tigers. She fights back tears when it's her last night in town and frantically texts her besties after a night of too much fun back at Dartmouth. What the hell?
Maybe I'm just bitter about my high school experience. Or maybe I just want to be like Jen? Whatever the case may be, here's how the rest of Dartmouth feels ...