Hi everyone! I'm Kabir, an international member of the class of '26, from New Delhi, India. I'm thinking of majoring in Psychology and Film & Media Studies. Outside the classroom, I enjoy watching movies, going on hikes, hanging out with my friends, and going on runs (if you see me on the streets of Hanover, say hi!) In the short while I've been here, I've come to love Dartmouth, so if you're interested in what I have to say, stick around! This should (hopefully) be fun :)
My first week at Dartmouth in a nutshell: no cell service, barely any running water, no contact with the outside world … and just a Frisbee.
Regular college students around the United States can't really say that about their first week of freshman fall, but everyone knows that Dartmouth students are anything but regular! First Year Trips is an orientation program run by the DOC (Dartmouth Outing Club), where all interested freshmen leave the comfort of their dorm rooms and venture out into New Hampshire's unknown terrains. Trips range from very strenuous hiking in the gorgeous Appalachian mountains, to Cabin Camping & Cooking, to (as in my case) Frisbee and Field Day.
Trips is a Dartmouth convention, and a strong example of the time-old traditions that the college is known for. Students get a survey about a month prior, where they list their preferences for which trips they'd like to go on. Originally, I had signed up for Hiking & Yoga, but after a bout of COVID, I had requested to be put into a less strenuous trip, which the DOC very graciously accommodated. Now part of the thrill of trips is that they're shrouded in this thrilling secrecy, so in the interest of keeping the process as pure as possible for potential '27s, I won't give away too many of the things we did. I can however tell you that trips changed my outlook on Dartmouth, and gave me a small preview of my four years on this campus.
My trip started on the 3rd of September at 6:30 A.M., where a group of 200, groggy, un-matriculated '26s were made to dance to smash hits like Becky G's "Shower" and The Jackson 5's "Blame It On The Boogie". And then, we were off! Me, my seven co-trippees, and my two TLs (trip leaders) stayed at a cabin about 45 minutes away from campus. After a delicious lunch spread including pita bread, nut butter, and red pepper hummus, we started our day's activities. While we played a whole lot of frisbee, that wasn't ALL we did. Our group went paddleboarding and canoeing on the lake right beside the cabin! A few accidental falls and innumerable wet socks later, we called it a night.
Over the next two days, we played kickball, went on 3 mile hikes in the adjacent mountains, and shared some of our funniest stories with each other. On the fourth and final day, all the trips from my section came to the Dartmouth Ski Lodge, colloquially called the Sk-lodge, where a lot of surprises awaited us (which I won't get into!) When I left Trips, I felt like a part of me had changed. I had made friends that I shared deep inside jokes with, told some of my deepest secrets to, and shared some of my insecurities with about this new chapter of our lives. Roughing it out in the woods with a group of people is a bonding exercise like no other, and I can't recommend this whole experience enough.
Truthfully, First Year Trips is a process through which I discovered Dartmouth, and somehow, myself.
Welcome back to Open Doors—your inside look at life in the Woods! This week, Isabelle Sullivan '26, an environmental studies and geography major, showed me around her room, where we discussed Dartmouth residence halls, classes, and campus life.
There was never a single "aha!" moment of clarity when I knew that Dartmouth was right for me, yet now, it is impossible for me to imagine having chosen anywhere else.
Green Key weekend at Dartmouth was filled with concerts, free food, live music, reunions, and spontaneous moments with friends. Read on to hear why this weekend reminded me what makes spring term at Dartmouth feel so special.
Amid the whirlwind of a ten-week term, the quietest moments — studying in the sun, cooking with a friend, running through Pine Park — turn out to be the ones worth savoring most.
