Back to Campus, Better Than Ever
Every time I pack my bags to head back to Hanover, my hometown friends ask me the same question: "Wait…when will you be back?" I usually pause, open the Google Calendar app, and then close it again with a shrug. Between off-terms, study abroad programs, and traditions like sophomore summer, the D-Plan isn't exactly intuitive to an outsider. It's flexible and empowering, but it also means I'm never quite sure how to answer their question.
I've written before about the D-Plan in terms of its pros and cons: the freedom to choose your own adventure, and the frustration of being on a different on- and off-term schedule than friends. What I hadn't spent much time thinking about until recently, though, is what it feels like to come back from one of those off-terms.
I was only gone for the fall, but because my last term in Hanover was sophomore summer—when campus was quieter and almost entirely fellow '27s—returning this winter required more adjustment than I expected.

Soon after arriving, I shuffled through the snow into the newly completed Hopkins Center for the Arts. I'd watched the Hop rise piece by piece over my first two years, but seeing it finished made something click. Dartmouth doesn't pause when I'm not here.
I came back to a library full of new faces, a Green buried in snow, and the new title of "junior." A different version of myself might have felt left behind or overwhelmed by those changes.

Instead, I felt reassured. No matter how long I'm gone, Hanover keeps being Hanover. There's a steadiness here that I've come to love. I know I can leave and return and still have a home here.
The best part of being back has been the people. Because of mismatched D-Plans, there are friends I hadn't shared a term with in nearly a year. Reuniting over late-night board games, surprise attacking each other at the snowball fight, and catching up over three-hour dinners reminded me much I love the community I've built for myself here.

I'll be honest: I'm still not the biggest fan of the concept of off-terms. I'd love a lifetime of creating memories with my friends in Hanover (which might explain why I'm spending an off-term here right now). But I now understand the D-Plan in a way I didn't before.
Dartmouth isn't mean to be consumed all at once. I took eight straight terms "on" before finally stepping away, and those ten weeks taught me nearly as much as the past eighty. I left, I grew, and I came back a little bit better. And now, I think that's the whole point.