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!
Dartmouth is a very outdoorsy place. However, you don't need to be involved with any outdoor clubs to fully experience the outdoors Dartmouth and the surrounding area have to offer. Sometimes, you just need a free day and some friends!
As I navigate a virtual senior spring term, I'm taking account of all of the fun ways to enjoy this term. Here's a list of three of my favorite spring activities!
Dartmouth is home to a diverse range of students that will become your lifelong friends. For this blog post, I thought I'd interview a few of my fellow '24s to give you a glimpse into the crazy awesome people that make Dartmouth, Dartmouth!
In terms of fears about going off to college, I've noticed some recurring themes, both from my conversations with '25s and from my own experience. Read on to see my responses to some frequent questions and concerns!
Because of the pandemic, visiting the College is not possible and can make the process of choosing a college more difficult. Therefore, I thought I would post several photos of what Dartmouth looks like to get a sense of the environment.
For most of my time at Dartmouth, I've been lucky enough to live on campus. Though that's all changed now that I've moved off campus to West Lebanon (or West Leb) and am now living with two graduate students.
Spring has sprung in Hanover and the term feels like it's really getting off the ground with classes starting up in full swing, warmer weather, and the occasional muddy day.
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.
