Today is the Monday after my last homecoming. It was bittersweet watching the ’17’s run around the bonfire, something I had done three years prior. But, surrounded by all my friends, I realized that I also would not change a thing. Homecoming is an amazing time to see all the people that graduated in years past, and when a lot of people on off terms come back up.
This year I listened to the speeches, now given by my classmates, at Dartmouth Hall. I stood next to my best friend’s parents and teammates of my Uncle’s, who graduated in 1975. In moments like that, it is so easy to realize how the bonds you make with people at Dartmouth are strong. No matter how much time goes on between the last time you are on campus, it always feels like home and friends pick up without missing a beat.
As daunting as being an alum is, homecoming is an event that is reassuring the future will be fine.