How I'm Staying Sane This WinterimWinterim is a great rest from the academic term. But, as someone who likes to be productive, mulching at home for that long can be mind-numbingly painful. So here are the ways I'm (somehow) surviving being away from Dartmouth for so long.
- No. 1
Now c'mon. This is a given. Just cause I've found amazing friends at Dartmouth doesn't mean that I've completely forgotten my old friends. And honestly? All my friends, with the exception of two people, decided to stay in-state for college, and if anything, being so far away from home and everything I know has actually strengthened my bond with them. Just getting to get together and swap stories about our now drastically different lives just reminds us that even as our lives are moving apart, we can still share our independent moments with each other. Was that too mushy? I'll move on.
- No. 2
Shamelessly Advertising the School
Dartmouth has a program called "TDH," or "Take Dartmouth Home." Coming back, I figured I might as well stop by my school and shamelessly promote Dartmouth by talking about my experiences there. The school gave me a little name placard, so you know that this stuff is serious. Coming back, I got to see both my younger friends, as well as remind myself of the anxiety that came with college applicaitons. How do you high schoolers deal with that? Let's just say that I am abundantly grateful that I am done with all that and finally home in Hanover.
- No. 3
Seeing my Family Again
Can I be honest with you? I'm having so much fun at Dartmouth that there's not really much that I miss about home. Maybe it's because I'm a natural nerd, but just being at Dartmouth and getting able to explore whatever idea/subject I want to pursue has been immensely fulfilling. But, I do miss my siblings. They're easily the most important people in my life, and it's nice to be able to be with them again and let them know what college life is like because, if things go well, they'll go to college too. And who knows? They could end up where I am right now. To demonstrate just how close we are, here's a picture of me back in 8th grade as my little sister terrorizes my food. Ah, good times.