Hey y'all! My name is Natasha, and I am a junior at Dartmouth College. I'm majoring in history and minoring in public policy and Chinese. In my free time, I love to watch New Girl, hang out with my friends, and explore the Upper Valley. Dartmouth is a pretty neat place— I hope you enjoy reading my posts about life here!
Academic Program
History Major and Minors in Public Policy and Chinese
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!
Catching dragonflies at the Organic Farm during my Agroecology lab, plunging feet first into the Connecticut River after class, and exploring the Upper Valley by electric scooter… all in one day! Welcome to Sophomore Summer.
I wanted to make my last blog post for this academic year about the places in the Dartmouth community that I will deeply miss and have made amazing memories with the wonderful members of this community.
Honestly, I cannot wait to be home. Although Dartmouth has been a home for me for the past nine months, the college experience is made of many ups and downs. Come check my first year wrap-up!
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.
