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 stuffing myself at FOCO (the '53 Commons/Dartmouth's all-you-can-eat buffet) or exploring the Stacks at Baker-Berry (the main library).
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.
I'm going to be completely honest: sometimes college is hard! I've compiled some resources that are great if students want to take some time to de-stress.
Even if I won't see my fellows NADs (our powerful Indigenous community), Questies (Questbridge ʻ23s represent!), and First-Generation Low-Income (FGLI) folks for a little while, you should all know that you make Dartmouth a wonderful place to be.
Because the town and school are small, they are extraordinarily interconnected and, in my experience, people in the community have been super welcoming. One long time Hanover resident even helped me pick out a good winter coat!
When I think of "old" at Dartmouth, I think of the many parts of campus that are rich in history. So this week, I went around to a couple of locations on campus to capture some of the historical parts of campus and their history.
I don't think any place exemplifies the stereotypical college town like Hanover and our dear old Dartmouth. Of the places at Dartmouth that have the best vibes, my vote — without question — goes to The Hop.
When I came to Hanover almost four years ago to start my freshman year, finding every place that serves coffee was of the utmost importance. Here's the rundown on the best places in town for coffee.
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.
