Opinion
So ended my last trip up to Dartmouth. Last Friday afternoon, I rolled down West Wheelock as the inverse prodigal son, returning to Dartmouth's open arms to as Luke 15:13 calls it "waste his substance with riotous living." What follows is my entirely non-sarcastic and wholly serious explanation of my religious feelings about senior Spring, in case you were wondering how much legitimacy to give me as an author (I'm reclaiming my schtick, Josh Kornberg '13).
For those who drive up to school, or are the passengers in cars filled to the brim with things students won't need but bring up anyway (hope and condoms), we enjoy the special bond of a shared journey.