I Wish Dartmouth Love
Love, that ineffable, marvelous, painful, beautiful surge of emotion that may strike us at the most unexpected of times and in the most unexpected of places, is not perfect. I remember feeling the sensation of love at first sight pretty keenly in October 2009, when I visited Dartmouth for the first time. As I drove past Leverone Field House and saw the brick of the gym, I felt a wave of excitement followed by a deep conviction that this was where I should be a student. I feel lucky, firstly, that I had the precious opportunity to exist in this world that is Dartmouth, and secondly, that four years later, I get just as excited when the Dartmouth Coach passes Leverone.