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.
When you first go to college, it's weird thinking that you'll be separated from your high school friends. Not that that's a bad thing, per say. As someone who's moved before, I'm a strong believer that sometimes peoples' lives just naturally take different directions, and that's okay! All that means is that it's just that much weirder (and wilder) when you see people from your old life. Doubly so if your old life meets your new one.
My friend and I riding the Dartmouth Coach. I decided to put this picture on the internet for all to see because I'm a good friend.
This past weekend I went on a school trip to New York. Well, not me per say. One great thing about Dartmouth is that there's tons of free stuff, including trips to New York. Unfortunately, it was a raffle where only a third of the people who put their names in got to go. I didn't get in, but my friends did, so I decided to tag along with them. I took the Dartmouth Coach, which isn't really important to the story, but I just like mentioning them because they're the only bus that I know of that gives mini pretzels, so they've already won my heart.
The purpose of the school trip was to check out the Princeton vs. Dartmouth football game, which was a big game for our school since Princeton and us were, at the time, the only remaining undefeated schools.
My old High School friends and I at Insomnia cookies. Admittedly, I have no rational explanation for my pose. It just kinda felt right at the time, you know?
Anyways, for me, the main point of this trip was to go visit my friends from my old school. I'm originally from San Diego, and aside from a single year in Indonesia, I pretty much grew up there. Most of my friends are the same way, and decided to stay in state for college. Only three of us decided to make the trek to the east coast, and aside from me, they all went to New York. With my friends in New York, I wanted to just catch up with them and hear about how going to college has changed their lives in the way it has mine. While I was there, they showed me how to navigate New York's subways, showed me a bunch of local eateries, reminisced about high school, and shared new stories. My old high school friends and I talk until day turns to night, when I get a call from one of my Dartmouth friends:
Me just having fun around the city, which just sometime involves going to a random store and trying on a very heavy, very warm faux fur coat.
"Hey, the game's over (we won, of course), and we're heading to Times Square. Want to come with?"
I thought, why not? I asked my friend (the other friend in the photo had to leave) if she wanted to come and meet my friends from Dartmouth, and she said "why not?" and decided to tag along.
And so my old and new friends met, and we just wandered the streets together. Somehow, despite only having knowing me in common, they all got along surprisingly well, and we just kinda had fun exploring the streets. Eating good food, hitting the shops, and all that good stuff.
So yeah. I call Hanover my home now. But, I still call San Diego my home too, and it's sometimes weird navigating that dichotomy. Though sometimes the two merge, and that just makes it all the more fun.
As a member of Dartmouth's Native community, just a few weeks into my sophomore summer, we've been busy revitalizing our community and making Dartmouth, once again, feel like home.
Dartmouth just resumed in-person tours for the first time since the winter of 2020! We had a fantastic opening week of welcoming visitors back to campus to explore the beautiful grounds and meet our fantastic tour guides.
When I entered college, I was super excited to join The Dartmouth news staff, which is, fun fact, America's oldest college newspaper. Journalism is an awesome way to grow as a writer, hear stories, work on a passionate team, and report the truth!
This past weekend I went on a school trip to New York. Well, not me per say. One great thing about Dartmouth is that there's tons of free stuff, including trips to New York. Unfortunately, it was a raffle where only a third of the people who put their names in got to go. I didn't get in, but my friends did, so I decided to tag along with them. I took the Dartmouth Coach, which isn't really important to the story, but I just like mentioning them because they're the only bus that I know of that gives mini pretzels, so they've already won my heart.
Anyways, for me, the main point of this trip was to go visit my friends from my old school. I'm originally from San Diego, and aside from a single year in Indonesia, I pretty much grew up there. Most of my friends are the same way, and decided to stay in state for college. Only three of us decided to make the trek to the east coast, and aside from me, they all went to New York. With my friends in New York, I wanted to just catch up with them and hear about how going to college has changed their lives in the way it has mine. While I was there, they showed me how to navigate New York's subways, showed me a bunch of local eateries, reminisced about high school, and shared new stories. My old high school friends and I talk until day turns to night, when I get a call from one of my Dartmouth friends:
"Hey, the game's over (we won, of course), and we're heading to Times Square. Want to come with?"
