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My freshman fall in 2012, Dartmouth seemed like an unreal experience to me. Even though I knew that the utopia Dartmouth presented to me was not for people like me, I wanted to believe in the dream. It was easier to tell my friends and family back home that Dartmouth was great than to tell them I would rather sleep on the floor next to my mother, grandmother and brother in our studio apartment again than to have my own room and my own bed while living in a space where I felt hyper-invisible and unwanted. I wanted to tell them that I felt more broken and hopeless at this institution then I ever had before. But, I didn’t want to disappoint them because I knew my story, a story of a Black girl from the Southside of Chicago who had gone to Dartmouth, is one that they took immense pride in. So, even though I knew Dartmouth’s utopia didn’t include people like me, I thought that I was going to have the opportunity to make it include people like me. I was wrong.
I am a foreigner. Yes, I may be a citizen and may have been born in the United States, but I am still foreign all the same. I don’t fit the cultural norms of an American society that has constantly tried to shape the person I am, to shape me into a passively obedient, productive member of American capitalism. Yet, for most of my life I have tried. I have tried being quiet, being obedient. I have tried dating women. I have tried maintaining a low profile. And I have tried presenting in a masculine way. None of it helped. I was still a fish out of water, a person floundering in a society not made for them.
Sarah Khatry '17 reflects on her experience being in Paris during the terrorist attacks this past November.
Ever wonder about the person behind Pigeons of Boston? Aaron Pellowski '15 returns to The Mirror to fill you in.
After three years, I feel like I have networks — plural — of people to turn to and be with, and that’s a beautiful thing. Surprisingly, though, it’s not togetherness that’s fueled my happiness — it’s separation. It’s the D-Plan.
I love routine. I have always loved routine. I have 12 color-coded Google calendars that I update nearly every day.
When you come to college you get a blank-slate. You come here shiny and new. You have a chance to completely reinvent yourself.
Personally, during the spring term of 2015, I felt like I was drowning most of the time. After having spent the two previous terms away from Hanover, I was eager to return to a campus that I considered my second home.
I never thought I would be involved in religious life anywhere — much less in college.
I avoid going home because I can’t avoid mealtimes. The scene plays out almost exactly the same way each time.
Ashley was a green light I never expected.
Like many of us here, I rage every Saturday. Once 6 p.m. rolls around, I grab dinner with a couple of my friends and then head off for a series of escapades, often stretching into the wee hours of the night.
My anxiety pertains to the particularly discriminatory horror I feel for my being gay and others’ awareness of it.
“Where are you from?” is such a simple question — but I dread it.
You see, after living in England, South Africa, Poland, Sri Lanka and France, in addition to attending boarding school in Wales, the answer doesn’t seem that obvious to me.
The change, I am thrilled to say, has been my most profound quality of life improvement since investing in Spotify premium.
Working on climate issues is by far the most physically and psychologically exhausting and spiritually exasperating thing I could ever see myself doing. It offers very little rewards, almost consistently beating you down. And yet it’s filled with the most emotional, inspiring, empowering experiences I’ve ever had.
Maybe this will help you understand.
Death is already painful and complicated. Loss of a parent is immensely difficult — the story is already sad, regardless of the circumstances.
I think my story may surprise some of you.
I can’t imagine adjusting to Dartmouth with no previous college experience, which is why I’m writing this. These five tips helped transform me from an anxiety-ridden hobbit to where I am today.