You guys are so cool and weird, and cohabitation with you has been one hell of a ride. For a bunch of smart people, your ability to do hilariously stupid things is truly astonishing.
Purple, like the way we feel about graduating: not quite blue, because at this point it’s kind of more funny than sad how little we know about where we’ll be in five months.
Breaking news: we are bringing home the bacon. Literally. By bacon, we mean both money and tiny swine.
Though we never mastered the art of moving backwards, the whole point of our term is about rolling forward with the punches that life throws, so perhaps Great View did us a favor.
We have also realized that Drake’s song “Started from the Bottom” could have been written about Madeleine Albright.
Senior spring is hilariously weird. We’ve tried to understand it and the way it makes us feel, which means that we have spent much of the past week sitting on our bed (Amanda) and futon (Seanie), thinking.
Driving for long distances can be scary, hilarious and cathartic. I sometimes tend to think that things inevitably erupt in chaos — that the world is a big and terrifying pot we float around in and hope doesn’t bubble over on our side. But road trips prove that things can go wrong and still end up so right.
There’s something about dealing with big things that makes us catastrophize the little ones. Looking into the mysterious labyrinth of our futures, we manage to stay calm by directing our sweat at the small stuff instead. Many self-help books would call this tactic counterintuitive and deeply flawed, but, as Fernando Pessoa once said: “In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”
Like many of our peers, we keep a mental list of all of the big things we need to accomplish at Dartmouth and beyond. Due to this ambitious mental life list, we often think of ourselves as being destined for greatness.
There’s something about winter that makes us feel like freshmen all over again.