Joe Kind, A Guy
I remember my first Homecoming like it was yesterday.
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I remember my first Homecoming like it was yesterday.
I struggled to write this week’s column because I refuse to validate the job hunt experience as the debilitating, life-sucking endeavor that so many college students claim it to be. At least I refuse to render my own experience looking for employment in that way. But this past weekend was the first big deadline for many high-profile job applications, and not to acknowledge the importance of this moment is a disservice to the integrity of this column.
What a week. Senior year is here, and boy is it here to stay.
“Started from the bottom, now we here.
WADDUP ’19s. It is crazy to think that a newfreshmen class will soon inherit the Dartmouth campus. I remember this trying time of having nothing to do but repeatedly stalk my roommate on Facebook, ponder a physical trip to Bed Bath and Beyond for the dorm essentials and occasionally flipping through the pages of our summer reading assignment. And I remember thinking a lot about food. What kinds of meals am I going to miss most when I am no longer at home? What snacks and/or baked goods — but let’s be honest, any treats I would receive from my mother would be store-bought — would I want my family to send me in my first few care packages? But more importantly, what the heck am I going to do about the food at Dartmouth??!!!!
1897. The 136th class of Dartmouth College graduated. The 141st class matriculated.