Mirror
Life Outside the Bubble
By
Joanna Patterson
| May 28, 2009
After four years, I've picked up some pretty critical Dartmouth survival skills. Sean knows my breakfast wrap order, I've memorized the pattern at the traffic light and I know to count the remaining cups to figure out whose turn it is to drink. My pants are hemmed about two inches shorter than they should be, and my favorite pair of frat shoes is made of plastic, so any griming up leaves them only a quick rinse away from being wearable again. I've accepted that the paths on the Green are both asymmetrical and nonsensical, and happily cut across the grass. With this skill set happily in place, I've begun to realize that these don't exactly hold up as exemplary transferable abilities.
