First, I'll explain who I am. I'm Nicholas Sugiarto, a '23 (freshman) from San Diego, California. Second, a quick disclaimer. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Prior to Dartmouth, I've never hiked, skied, or seen snow. So yeah, you could say that Dartmouth is quite a bit different from what I'm used to. You'll probably find me on campus lost. I have no sense of direction. Please help.
The classic "aesthetic" Baker-Berry Library in the snow picture. Cut me some slack. I was just excited to see snow for the first time okay?
When I was first interviewing for this blogger position, I remember that my soon-to-be boss's eyes lit up as soon as I mentioned that I was from San Diego, California, and that I've never seen snow before. I'm at least 90% sure that in her head, she was thinking "oh, he should write about seeing snow for the first time."
I say this because when I sat down with my boss for the very first time, she said "When winter comes, you should write about seeing snow for the first time."
In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that this was the only reason that I was hired. And, once I finish this post, I will be promptly let go.
An ultimately unsuccessful attempt at a snow angel.
But, given how fun it was, I have to do it (Erin, please don't fire me). It first started snowing on a Wednesday night. I know the exact day because I was grabbing my weekly dinner with a friend and leaving FoCo (the school buffet). I came out to weird, white particles falling out of the sky. According to my friend, my face was that of utter confusion. It's because, well, I didn't know snow was that big. I thought it was about the size of sand.
When I say I've never seen snow, I mean it.
And, with the first snow of my life comes the first snow angel, the first time sledding, the first snowball fight, and the first lie cowering on the ground in the fetal position as your club president pelts snowballs at you while berating your lack of work ethic.
All in all? A pretty good time!
I would have uploaded the full video, but I was so terrified sledding for the first time that I may or may not have yelled a few things that were not exactly blog-friendly.
Each experience deserves its own blog post. Both because Dartmouth has so many rich traditions behind snow, and because I'm trying to prolong my unemployment (thanks Erin!) And I'm learning along the way, too. For example, if you're engaging in a campus-wide midnight snowball fight, and you're the only person on the entire campus with hair resembling a pineapple, people will recognize you in the dark, and you will end up cowering on the ground in the fetal position as your club president pelts snowballs at you while berating your lack of work ethic.
My first snowball! Little did I know that I would end up eating more than I would be throwing.
You live and you learn, I guess. You live and you learn.
But I'm grateful to be able to write so much about snow because, if I didn't come here, this wouldn't have been possible. I recently spoke to some students from my old school, and they asked if I was scared to be away from home, to be in an environment so unfamiliar to everything I've ever known. I asked them, why?
College isn't very long. I've only just finished the first term of my first year, and I'm already terrified that it's going by too fast. But, maybe it's going by so fast because everything is new here, meaning that everything is fun here. Kinda like that overwhelming joy babies feel when they're in a new playground for the first time.
College isn't very long, and in being in a place so far and so new to me as Hanover, well, there's just so many good stories I get to keep with me once I finish.
But at the end of the day, when people ask me what my favorite Dartmouth memories are, I'm always thinking about the place. Ice skating, pink sunsets, riverbanks, or canoeing? That's my highlight reel.
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.
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.
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).
Over the past year, I've talked a lot with prospective students. Picking college is a big deal, but if I knew what I do now, I'd still pick Dartmouth a dozen times over.
When I was first interviewing for this blogger position, I remember that my soon-to-be boss's eyes lit up as soon as I mentioned that I was from San Diego, California, and that I've never seen snow before. I'm at least 90% sure that in her head, she was thinking "oh, he should write about seeing snow for the first time."
But, given how fun it was, I have to do it (Erin, please don't fire me). It first started snowing on a Wednesday night. I know the exact day because I was grabbing my weekly dinner with a friend and leaving FoCo (the school buffet). I came out to weird, white particles falling out of the sky. According to my friend, my face was that of utter confusion. It's because, well, I didn't know snow was that big. I thought it was about the size of sand.
You live and you learn, I guess. You live and you learn.
