25 Years Later...Imagine Dartmouth
In the week before Commencement, we asked our graduating reporters and columnists to imagine returning to campus for their 25th reunion. Where would they see the most change? The strongest continuities?
In the week before Commencement, we asked our graduating reporters and columnists to imagine returning to campus for their 25th reunion. Where would they see the most change? The strongest continuities?
Over the course of the past year, the Board of Trustees voted to raise tuition, elected a new chair and expressed support for College President Phil Hanlon’s proposed initiatives. Its most recent meeting was June 6.
JENNY CHE, EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Nickname: Jche. Post-grad plans: Summer internship with The Wall Street Journal’s Speakeasy. Famous last words: Eat steak. Piece of wisdom: Blunt honesty. Favorite class: “Languages of Middle-Earth” (Elen síla lúmenn omentielvo!). Tattoo you would get: My mom’s last name. Craziest Dartmouth bucket list item: Hike the 50, but now I’ve missed my chance. Favorite D memory: Trying to break news about canceled classes in a midterm review.
There’s too much to do, too many experiences to be had with your eyes open, to let it all succumb to the tyranny of overcommitment. Trust yourself to be alone.
You should aim to leave someone as good or better than you found them. In my four-year relationship with Dartmouth and The Dartmouth, I think I can say I am better than they found me.
In just how infinitely and minutely different everyone else’s spaces and moments are, they are infinitely and minutely beautiful. Just as I will never lose mine, they will never lose theirs. That’s how we’ll never lose Dartmouth, and that is pure poetry.
All those little quips only your friends or your family or your school understand? Those are your shared history, your experiences, your past.
My satisfaction from my time at Dartmouth is not going to come from the doors of success it opened for me, but from my knowing that I came here and gave this place the deepest part of myself when I felt more vulnerable than ever.
To persevere in bettering it with our love, and to accept that an imperfect love is ever so much better than none at all — this is my hope for Dartmouth and those who remain here.
It may be silly to believe that in this unfathomably big universe, leaving this place is a huge deal. But I’ve had a lot of good things here that I don’t want to let die. I’m afraid of forgetting them.
Our green light will shine on as our collective and individual dreams evolve, and as we continue to take steps toward betterment.
When I think about my uncertain future, my mind goes back to what is the most quintessential game of Dartmouth, the game of champions: pong. When you’re down to a half, you can’t lose on a serve, so just keep trying.
’17 Guy: Staying in bed on Sunday morning and yelling “Oh god!” does not count as going to church. ’16 Guy: After Green Key last year, I was unsure if this was an Ivy League school. Econ Prof: You don’t want to run up your credit card debt buying liquor, drugs or women... I don’t know what you guys do on the weekends. Art History Prof: Yes, some people were having orgies in the streets during the Black Plague... It was kind of like Green Key weekend. ’15 Guy: I don’t see the point of running if you’re not simultaneously tanning. ’16 Girl: The easy way out is my favorite way in.
On Sunday evening after an exhausting Green Key, Jasmine was lying in bed when someone informed her that Yama was shutting down.
MEMORIAL DAY FUN:Jk, we have no reading period. COLLIS CHALK CUBE:Lesson learned: never give Dartmouth students an open forum to provide drinkingsuggestions. LAST CHANCES:Need a formal date?
Throughout my conversations, however, I neglected a certain viewpoint, one that might be more telling than the rest: those who were at some point affiliated, but chose for whatever reason to leave their house. This story is often unheard on this campus, but these individuals have seen life both in and out of the system, and they thus hold a certain wisdom.
Maybe you know their name or maybe you don’t, but we have found that most people on campus have their elusive unicorn.
I speak of the passing, the practice where some black individuals presented themselves as white, that must have occurred at Dartmouth to the same extent it did at other elite American colleges. In the process of exploring historical passing, I interviewed four Dartmouth undergraduates on their feelings about passing and its relevance, if any, to black students at Dartmouth today.
Searching desperately for a community that would appreciate our unique sense of style and disdain for restrictive clothing, we ventured down to Mighty Yoga in Hanover for a class.
If anything, my experience as a 21st-century debutante reveals a remarkable capacity for compartmentalizing my engagement in a ritual whose basis is at odds with my education, independence and general political outlook.