Dartmouth Admissions: Part Five
Announcement: Week eight is coming to an end. Week. Eight.
Going to Dartmouth alters your concept of time. On any given day I could tell you how many days I have been on campus and how many days I have left, because I am constantly running out the clock. Whether that is turning assignments in at 11:59 p.m. the night they are due, postponing finding a job for my off-term until three weeks before break or trying to pack one term of intimacy into a single month.
Small talk is a foreign concept to me.
Having only ten weeks to get to know people, I have been known to start conversations with “Hi, I’m Grace, I was accidentally dropped on my head as a baby, I will probably end up a cat-lady and I still laugh at poop-jokes, what’s your deepest, darkest secret?”
Exhibit A as to why I still write this column.
In all the chaos of the 10-week term we rarely have a chance to take a deep breath and reflect. This is my reflection on what this column has meant to me this term:
- Being introduced as “This is Grace, she is the Dartmouth Admissions girl!” (side note: still better than “this is Grace, she is really tall”)
- Being able to say “I have my own column” in a job interview sounds really good
- Subsequently having to send potential employers a link to my column is not as impressive
- Learning that everyone on this campus is just as strange as me
- Discovering that people are open, honest, and willing to share embarrassing and personal stories
Thank you to everyone that made this column possible, I expect some good stories from break when I return!
