I’ve been really digging this song by Drake recently because of its beats (as per usual, I never listen to a song for its lyrics, though I do appreciate that they are there), and of the many repetitive lines there’s a couplet that Drake says only three times: “Just hold on we’re going home/It’s hard to do these things alone.” Then of course, there’s that line by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, “Home is wherever I’m with you”. Place is a funny space, particularly Dartmouth as a place and my place here. It took a roundabout trip to Korea, a winter term of a lot of angst and relief, an actually interesting class spring term, and a literal climax during summer term (I actually ran up a hill and ran back down) to get me to my current place in life. Which, frankly, I’m still having trouble defining but I’m much more at peace with where I am now than where I was before. Anyway, this whole rigamarole, this eventual homecoming, would not have happened without the people who have supported me throughout. I can’t imagine ever feeling at home at Dartmouth without the people who matter most to me, which means that some terms I’m more lost than others thanks to the D Plan, but with modern technologies like the internet and phones, we can still communicate.
Even so, I’m a bit of a cynic when it comes to the I LOVE DARTMOUTH thing, particularly when it comes to the rites of passage like the bonfire that, it is claimed, every Dartmouth student experiences equally. First of all, that statement is a total falsehood. Experiential equality is a myth that people like to live with because empathy’s hard. Plenty of people I know don’t like the bonfire, and plenty of people I know did NOT run around the fire freshman year. If you, dear reader, do not want to run around the fire, don’t run around the fire. If it strikes you as a little creepy and culty, you are more than welcome to pull the move of one of my friends and study during the bonfire. This was exactly what I was planning to do this past weekend until my closest friends told me that they would be in attendance, and I figured that maybe in their company I would enjoy it more (I did do my laps around the fire my freshman year, 16 of them, and the weekend was wonderful because my friend visited, but the events actually available during homecoming I found very average).
But… it was kinda cool! Maybe it’s because I’m comfortable where I am now, but the sense of community was pretty great near the fire. There were these alumni couples with their children and pets standing a bit farther back from the fire, I ran into one of my trippees, and my friends and I ran one lap around the fire and ate some kettle corn afterwards. The everyone running bit was scary in its group mentality, but at the same time, it was totally captivating to watch. How you get that many people to do the same thing, it’s a bit awesome.
My favorite part of this weekend though, was definitely seeing 20 people working on the field at the farm on a most beautiful Friday afternoon. 20 people!!!! And yes, we did follow up the workday with our signature pizza dinner, but it was simply amazing to see that many students who had willingly gone out of their way to help us out on the field. And so, like the majority of my posts, I end this entry with a snapshot of that glorious day:
^THIS PLACE EXISTS IN REAL LIFE, AT DARTMOUTH, SO APPLY AND COME HANG WITH ME OUT AT THE FARM!!!