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There are three people in the picture, all sitting around a table with their laptops open. Two of them are talking to each other, while the third looks at their phone. They all look very happy.

I wasn't planning on making a post like this for a long time. I thought I would need more years to experience the College to put my finger on why I love it here so much. But once I went home and began visiting with my high school friends, I realized what it was. 

In conversations with my hometown friends, they could not believe my new interests at Dartmouth. You work at a farm?! You dress in flair?! I was confused—to me, these were things that I have always wanted to do. But to them, I had always been the "smart girl." Not much else defined me. It dawned on me that Dartmouth feels so right because I'm seen as a full person here.

The first friends I made on campus were fellow '27s during orientation week. I remember initially struggling with conversation. I would ask about their favorite classes in high school and what they wanted to study at Dartmouth. They would talk about their high-level AP courses and being on pre-med tracks. I was inspired by their wit but, then again, everyone was saying the same things. How could I differentiate between peers like I had back home? So, my questions shifted: Do you like cooking? How did you spend time with your friends in your hometown? What performing arts groups are you auditioning for?

Two young women smile in sweaters. They are both holding goodie bags in their hands.
I've made a lot of friends through Class Council!

I realized that these new pieces of information gave me a much better grasp of my classmates. As the year progressed, talks of academic accolades continued to dwindle. All of my new friends had tall academic ambitions. And yet, their paths at Dartmouth were defined by anything but that. I spent winter and spring terms learning much more about my friends' progressions towards becoming Dartmouth Outing Club leaders than classroom performance. My friends didn't ask me about my French classes as much as they pressed me for details about my latest Instagram post for @Dartmouth28s.

In short, being smart has become the least interesting thing about me at Dartmouth and I wouldn't have it any other way.

There are three people in the picture, all sitting around a table with their laptops open. Two of them are talking to each other, while the third looks at their phone. They all look very happy.
A candid moment of my friends chatting about life beyond academics.

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