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This article is featured in the 2024 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2024 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2024 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
I’ve always avoided saying goodbye and instead resorted to the “Irish exit.” Whether it’s slipping out of parties when it feels too awkward to alert people of my discomfort, or darting out of class to avoid an awkward conversation with a professor, I have always preferred not saying goodbye. After all, I’ll see them again, right? But with my four years at Dartmouth ending in four weeks, my point of view on saying goodbye has changed.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2023 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2022 Freshman special issue.
This article is featured in the 2022 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2022 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
This article is featured in the 2022 Commencement & Reunions special issue.
Over the past four years, I’ve had to come up with a lot of fun facts; everything from the first day of classes to icebreakers at meetings seems to require one. I used to gauge how “fun” the facts were of the people who went before me, before I offered up my own to match their level of perceived effort. Now, I land on the safe middle ground of “I was born at DHMC.”
During my sophomore fall, I listened to the song “Happy Accidents” by Saint Motel on repeat. It seemed to sum up college as I was experiencing it: unpredictable, marvelous and full of serendipitous moments. (As a side note, I was so happy when Saint Motel performed at Green Key this year.)
About midway through my senior spring term, I took a trip to the PetSmart in West Lebanon to pick up a pet snail. I had deemed snails, due to their low-maintenance nature, the perfect animal companion for whatever transition from college to actual adulthood awaited me, and my sights settled quickly upon a yellow, nickel-sized, relatively active specimen. I named him Snoople — Snoople the Snail.
I am the former Production Executive Editor of The Dartmouth. I served in that role from March 2020 through to my retirement this March. My tenure coincided with one of the darkest moments in this College’s history.
I wake up to pitch darkness with a slight headache. My fingers gingerly feel around the bedside table until they land on that oh-so-familiar silicone phone case. 12 p.m. Looks like I’ve missed my Zoom class, but I’ll be able to watch the recording later, so who cares? I scroll through Instagram, nap a little, eat a little, say hi to a friend or two — and then the day is gone. And somehow I’m surprised every time the sunlight slips through my hands.
On a morning in early February of this year, I walked into Baker Library at 9:17 a.m. I entered from the west, and I paused to take in the scene. Checkered tiles receded hypnotically into space; low winter sun slanted in from the windows. Blobby was quiet, serene. I hadn’t been inside any of Dartmouth’s libraries since sophomore summer, and suddenly, I had my favorite study spot all to myself. I experienced such intense joy, coupled with such poignant grief, at returning to a place I had loved throughout my first two years at Dartmouth, that I immediately stored the memory of that moment as a quasi-religious experience.