Nostalgia to the Very End
I am a dangerously nostalgic person. My freshman fall, I spent half an hour before the Homecoming bonfire talking with my freshman floormate and trippee about how fondly we would look at the night. I have a vivid memory of my friend, sitting next to me on her bed wearing her Dartmouth '13 shirt, saying, "We're going to miss this so much when we graduate." At that point, we had been at Dartmouth for a month and a half.