How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? --Dr. Seuss How did it get so late so soon?
Ah, Green Key. It's kind of like the Tampa Bay Devil Rays of Dartmouth big weekends: there's no real justifiable explanation for why it still exists, but we enjoy it anyway every time it comes to town.
Samuel Johnson wrote, "He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty." When I graduate in June and leave Dartmouth to enter the world-at-large, I will be quitting a certainty for an uncertainty.
It often seems to me that our years in college might be regarded as a long process of deracination.
As I write this, I'm a little over three months away from graduation, and sometimes I feel as though I still haven't learned a damn thing.
Add to the increasingly daunting laundry list of my personal shortcomings and character flaws a horrible sense of timing.
I live for big weekends. Homecoming, Green Key, Tubestock and, yes, even Winter Carnival. Everyone always talks about how great they are.
I knew this would happen. Story of my life. Man, I used to hate it here. Or at least act like I did.
Thursday was my Mom's birthday. I'm feeling kind of guilty about the present I gave her. Somehow, it just doesn't seem like enough, all things considered.
Let's make no bones about it; I'm a bitter, miserable kid. No matter what I have to be thankful for, no matter what's going right in my world, I always dwell on the negative things.