If nothing else, Dartmouth is a crash course in transitioning. Our Dartmouth lives occur in blips of class, parties and terms. Coming back from such a long Hanover hiatus was in some ways easy Dartmouth had long ago taught me to not get too comfortable in any one environment. I clicked right back into my old routine with my best friends, but something felt slightly off. I had changed, or Dartmouth had changed. In all likelihood, we both had.
This week, we look at international students' experiences through the lens of admissions and profile the place that gave us our first (and for some of us, only) home-cooked meal at Dartmouth. We examine the impact of socioeconomic class on our community, and a brave senior expresses her hesitation to raise her voice when she first arrived at Dartmouth. Second-round midterms and a slight bout of rain may have some of us down, but Green Key and more sun are mere days away! Happy Friday!
