My Role of "The Girl"
As the end draws near of my overwhelming first term, I am astonished to realize that I can actually call this place home. Not a day goes by when I cease to appreciate my luck at arriving at the wonderfully bucolic and intoxicating (no pun intended) institution, in some small way or another. Perhaps it's when I marvel at the architecture of Baker or Dartmouth Row on my way to class. Or when I stumble across an interesting and fun peer, a possible future friend. And not a weekend goes by when I don't attempt to take full advantage of the social scene on campus. "Oh, but you're an '03? Oh, okay, you're a girl, c'mon in"