Hello everyone! My name is Natasha Raman and I'm a freshman at Dartmouth. Although I'm undecided on my major, I am leaning towards something related to government, economics, and Asian studies. In my free time, I like to watch The Office, keep up with current events, learn new languages, and hang out with my friends. I am excited to explore my interests at Dartmouth and take advantage of the amazing opportunities offered here!
The moment I stepped off the Dartmouth Coach, I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful the campus looked blanketed in snow. After spending my winter break away from Hanover, the unrelenting cold was a drastic yet welcome change in weather. During my first week back, I got to experience a wintery Dartmouth tradition and see how fun the cold weather can be. While eating dinner with my friends one day, I checked my email and saw a message from…. Dr. Seuss? With the subject line "Would you, could you, in the snow?", Dr. Seuss invited all Dartmouth students to go outside at midnight and participate in a campus-wide snowball fight. Excited at the prospect of pelting each other with snowballs, my friends and I got ready in preparation for the snowball fight. Thick jacket? Check. Snow boots? Check. A determination to hit as many people as possible with a snowball? Definitely check. Once the clock struck twelve, we began our march to the Green (a grassy field that is considered the center of campus).
Me and my friends at the snowball fight!
Alongside us, there were swarms of other people also heading to the battlefield. Before I could even take in all of my surroundings, my face was hit by a bitingly cold snowball thrown by my friend. Without even thinking, I quickly made a snowball and hurled it at her. And thus, the battle began. After an hour of running around the Green throwing snowballs at each other, my friends and I called a truce and headed to Collis (a dining place on campus) for mozzarella sticks to end the night.
The ultimate defense tactic: bury yourself in the snow.
The tradition of having a campus-wide snowball fight on the night of the first snowfall is very symbolic of what Dartmouth stands for. One of the key aspects of campus life at Dartmouth is how tight-knit the community is. During the snowball fight, it didn't matter whether you were friends with a person or not: everyone was fair game. Dartmouth traditions such as the snowball fight are cherished by the student body and play a large part in embodying the "Dartmouth experience" that binds together all current students and alumni alike. This experience was one for the books!
In a world where proper social distancing is so important, Novack Café has fulfilled a unique desire for current on-campus students; it's a place to study, hang out with friends, and grab a snack—all while staying COVID safe.
The last week of October was especially ~spooky~ as I was able to find more time than usual to enjoy my weekend with friends and the small-town-charm of Hanover.
While the student body at the College may be relatively small, students here recognize that their vote can hold a lot of weight in New Hampshire, a classic swing state.
After walking around campus all day in eye-catching attire, we headed to a Murder Mystery night hosted by Phi Tau (a fraternity) in one of the tents scattered around campus.
My personal visit to Dartmouth was a huge factor in my decision to apply, so in honor of Week 7, I hope this blog post can virtually illustrate some of what Dartmouth has to offer in seven images – worth 7,000 words!
As a member of multiple performance groups on campus, I thought I'd give you a bit of background info on the opportunities here and discuss what we've been up to!
In honor of Veterans Day, I was able to interview student veteran Eugene Lovejoy '22 to hear about his experiences in the United States military and as a Dartmouth student. Read on to learn more!
Each incoming student was assigned to one of the six houses: School House, South House, East Wheelock House, North Park House, Allen House, or the best house (West House).
Alongside us, there were swarms of other people also heading to the battlefield. Before I could even take in all of my surroundings, my face was hit by a bitingly cold snowball thrown by my friend. Without even thinking, I quickly made a snowball and hurled it at her. And thus, the battle began. After an hour of running around the Green throwing snowballs at each other, my friends and I called a truce and headed to Collis (a dining place on campus) for mozzarella sticks to end the night.
