First, I'll explain who I am. I'm Nicholas Sugiarto, a '23 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.
So a while back, a prospective student wrote in and asked what we did for fun at Hanover. If you'd like, you can read about that here. The reason I'm writing this post is because right after writing that post, my friends and I tried out a new thing to do around campus: thrifting.
Now, surprisingly, I never have gone thrifting before. Though the more I think about it, it's right up my alley: a cheap, cost-efficient way to go out and shop with friends without —and this is important — breaking the bank.
As you can tell, finances may be a big thing for me.
When my friends and I first brought up the idea, there were quite a few logistical issues:
The nearest thrift shop is in Lebanon, the nearby town which is more than a few miles away.
We don't even have a car.
At first, I thought the fact that, you know, we didn't have a car would be an issue, but surprisingly, there was a solution. There's a car rental service/app on campus called Zipcar, which if you split among 5 people becomes pretty cheap. Basically, once you apply, the company sends you a credit card-looking thing that can open any car that you book through the app. With transportation out of the way, and me acting as our group's chauffeur (which was strangely nostalgic since I used to work as one, but that's another story), we were on our merry way.
Driving a Zipcar! Eyes on the road because I'm a safe driver.
We left about noon on a Saturday. With us laughing and music blasting (at a safe, acceptable level for the driver of course), it felt like an (albeit cliché) scene from an indie teen movie. But that's the fun of it, no?
Once we got there, we all split up and scrambled through the racks. Maybe since it's a small town, there was a large selection of vintage winter boots, and just goofy stuff. I'll admit, a large chunk of my time was spent just trying on the dumbest things I could find, like a really thick pair of overalls that I later discovered were meant for skiing (I've never seen snow till last week, okay?)
Impromptu photo shoot with aforementioned weird looking overalls. I was told to "look weird and leggy," whatever that means.
We paid for our stuff and left, exploring the city on the way. One of our stops included Subway. Evidently, one of my friends missed that place so much that, upon biting into her sandwich, a tear ran down her face. She claims dust flew in her eye, but we all know the truth.
It's the little moments like these that define college. Some find the small town of Hanover discouraging, and I agree that it's not for everyone. I'm inclined to disagree because I find fun in small-town treasures like thrifting. But, even then, I think it's still beyond that. Maybe it's just me, but beyond the town itself, it's the people that make Hanover so fun.
