I don't yet know what makes Dartmouth so very crazy and I doubt I'll ever fully explore the reasons behind its wonderful mania. But if the Ivy League was voting for "Most Awesome Insane Ivy Ever Woo!" (why wasn't that a superlative in my high school yearbook?), Dartmouth would definitely take the prize.
Regardless of the results of such a poll (Harvard would try and rig it- and fail), Dartmouth is a paradox, and an awesome one. As President Kim says, it is an "intimate community" but manages to "[explode] with energy." That's why I'm attending. Heck, I'm pretty sure that's why all of us are attending (certain sports involving paddles notwithstanding).
My point? Ah, my point- not much of anything you didn't already know, really; just a bit of tribute to the craziness of the Big Green from the desktop of the Little Green.
Please stop pretending to understand Dartmouth before even experiencing a single day of classes or a single area hiking trip, much less a Homecoming, Winter Carnival, or Green Key. It's rather obnoxious when freshmen babble like that.
ReplyDeletePlease don't be rude. I understand your frustration, but I'm only being enthusiastic, which I'm pretty sure isn't a crime. Don't hold it against me. You were once like this, too. Let's be friends, or at least nonconfrontational acquaintances.
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