Departing Dartmouth
My first year as a Dartmouth student flew by. Before I knew it, it was time for me to leave Dartmouth and return to North Carolina for the summer.
I had a final examination on the last day of finals, so I ended up leaving later than most of my friends. My last days in Hanover for the school year were spent studying for my exams and deliberating what I could manage to squeeze into my suitcases and what I had no choice but to leave behind in storage.
I boarded the Dartmouth Coach at 3:00 AM with a handful of the remaining Dartmouth students. One of my friends, who decided to stay on campus for the summer, ran full speed towards the Coach. Both of us were utterly exhausted. Nevertheless, we hugged and said our goodbyes, promising to keep in touch. It was nice seeing a familiar face so early in the morning.
As I glanced out the window, I saw downtown Hanover flashing by. The campus was quiet. Departure was bittersweet; I was already homesick for Dartmouth and I was still sitting on the Coach! I realized then that I had truly made Dartmouth my home.