Dartmouth Admissions: Part Six
As many of you may know, Dartmouth Admissions has been on hiatus for the past term as I went to San Francisco to find myself (jk, it was to build my resume). While I could spend this entire article admitting to embarrassing things that happened while there. Luckily I don’t have to because I have all of you to do it for me!
As I stepped back onto campus this term, I took in the fresh New Hampshire air, looked around and thought, “Wow, look at all these people, I bet they have done terrible, embarrassing things while I was away.”
Welcome back to Dartmouth Admissions, where I convince people to “admit” things to me on giant pieces of paper outside of McNutt (I would say the “Admissions” building, but I just like to say McNutt too much to miss a chance to use it). This whole column has been built around an embarrassing pun, for those that still don’t understand the “Admissions” connection.
Without further ado, please enjoy this week’s admissions, which are more nipple-centric than ever before! (I have seen more nubbins this week than in my entire life)
