Dartmouth Admissions: Part Seven
That, my friends, is how we have arrived at week eight of spring term, when it feels like just yesterday I was watching 1000 scared ’18s run around the bonfire. It has been a year of secrets for me, one that began with one of my more stupid story pitches: “what if I photographed people admitting things outside the admissions building.”
Let me ask you a question: what does someone with four nipples, someone who pees in graveyards, someone who has ordered a stripper and a couple of party animals have in common? They go to Dartmouth, they have shared their stories and they are amazing people.