Past Dartmouth Direct Blogger

Oct 272013

I’ll try to keep a variety of subjects in my admissions posts so that I’m more than a sardonic read for the terminally bored. Provided you even got to these posts—they’re not the most findable.

One question that I get pretty frequently whenever I go back home is “How do you get into research at Dartmouth?” (Mostly from the scientifically inclined).

There are many paths by which you might involve in research here, so I’ll just describe mine. I like to try a little of several academic things. Call me diverse, or jack-of-all-trades, master of none, you pick.

So I’ve done a few years of science research in Geisel School of Medicine starting with WISP and going through Presidential Scholars research assistant, and now I’m doing a bit of humanities research in the Classics Department.

It’s now about that time of year when the WISP applications are being submitted and freshmen women are busy interviewing with professors. Here’s my short guide to research at Dartmouth College for first-year women interested in science.

1) Read this link on WISP first:

Look, I even found it for you! The timeline will shift a little for next year, but it’s usually the same idea every fall term.

And then look at this one:

WISP, otherwise known as the Women in Science Project at Dartmouth College, encourages freshmen girls at Dartmouth to get into research. Something like 80 research grants are provided in round 1 of the applications, and the remaining projects that did not take WISP interns will be available during the second round. You apply for a science, math, or technology project of interest, complete two terms of research, and present your work at the annual Wetterhahn Symposium in the Life Sciences Center in May of your spring term.

Browse about the site for the Peer Mentorship Program as well, if you so choose. What I gave you was the timeline for the research internship component of WISP.

2) Get into WISP!

I’ll walk you through the general process, based on what I went through as a freshman.

N.B. Males, I’m terribly sorry, but we do not have a MISP.

If you are in possession of a Y chromosome, and are interested in research, I wholeheartedly encourage you to independently look at various science/math department websites for professors who are doing research in areas in which you have an interest, contact the principal investigators, and ask whether you might be able to volunteer in their labs.

3) Info sessions, info sessions, info sessions: Women: You’ll go to information sessions/the WISP panel because you are responsible people with an interest in research! You’ll hear stories from past WISP interns and understand what it means to be in this program.


(Note: WISP is just a research grant. Meaning that you get paid for your work through this particular program. You do not need to be in WISP in order to get into research here. Even if you do not do research via WISP, you can always get into a lab on your own initiative, if a professor is willing to work with you. The absolute worst thing you can do is not ask).

You will then receive a list of the research professors/principal investigators (from several departments—in the medical school, in Biology, in Chemistry, in Physics, in the engineering school, Math, CRREL—the Cold Regions Research and Engineering Lab, etc.) who have a project available for a first-year intern.

4) Choose your interests: Pick your top choices over the next little while. CHOOSE CAREFULLY! Be interested in the project, have a sense of how you would plan your schedule around it, and location, location, location. I’ll get to this later.

5) Cold emailing/interviewing: Contact the appropriate professors via email, and set up an interview. Please plan to do this early—particularly for the more popular internships (i.e. anything relating to medicine, genetics, neuroscience, or psychology).

Then, INTERVIEW! Don’t stress too much about this—the professors are just trying to get to know you. That’s not to say that the interview is unimportant. Here’s some interviewing advice from our site:

As much as I tell you not to stress, you inevitably will. But it’s okay! You’ll have friends who are going through the same thing. It’s all part of the first-year experience.

6) And then you wait. After this process, you’ll submit your apps with a list of top 5 choices (you can interview as much or as little as you please). And then you wait.

And you wait.

And then decisions from round 1 will come out.

AND THEN YOU REJOICE! Because you have a match!

I was matched with Professor Sanchez at the medical school in the Department of Pharmacology and Toxicology during the first round.

7) Start working! And don’t be discouraged! I learned quite a lot in my first year of undergraduate research, but it didn’t come without quite a lot of struggling.

I did some pretty terrible things during the learning process (I learn eventually, but I’m slow). I dried out tissue samples, broke microscope slides, spilled things, and shattered a beaker in my first couple months.

I was so frustrated a lot of the time…I got no time for this nonsense. I’m done. I’m done.

But I eventually got very used to it. Staining for various proteins turned into a little recipe that stayed in my head, and my tissue stains eventually came out very nicely.

And then there’s that whole balancing-with-classes business. WISP is kind of like a fourth class. So consider your workload and your LOCATION. Some labs, i.e. those in CRREL and DHMC are a little far and usually entail taking a bus. So plan carefully and take into consideration how far you’d like to commute/how that commute factors into your day. I was fortunate enough to be able to work at Geisel, which is not far from my classes/the parts of campus that I frequent.

But yeah. That’s my story. Bottom line: research is pretty accessible here.

Oct 162013

My portion of the blog has been down for a little while, on account of work and such.


In any case, the big highlight of the week has been Homecoming, if you couldn’t already tell from other blog posts.

Which usually takes up a solid three days (for the more intense people, it starts around Thursday night and goes through Sunday). Except I have 2 exams for the same class coming up soon, so I did all of Homecoming in one night. I had no desire to go to the football game against Yale on Saturday afternoon; I don’t really understand football (200 pound men running at each other at ridiculous speeds in what is possibly the most dangerous game of chicken ever). Plus, I had to read Cicero with my thesis adviser for the better part of Saturday afternoon…so…football…ain’t nobody got time for that.

But Friday’s bonfire was interesting. It’s a tradition here to have the freshman class run around the bonfire 100 times plus the last two digits of their graduating year. Theoretically, I was supposed to run around the fire 114 times (I emphasize “theoretically“; I, ever so athletically inept, ran around 14 times). This year, the class of 2017 was expected to run around 117 times.

Now, it’s also an unofficial tradition here to harass the freshmen as they run around the bonfire; you might see spectators screaming things like “Worst class ever!” or “Touch the fire!” to the freshmen (that’s the tamest of things screamed), tripping them, pushing them, etc. To be perfectly fair to Dartmouth, that tradition seems to be fading gradually, and those who heckle are usually…not quite themselves at the time? And ever-increasingly in the minority, I’m pleased to say.

But my own freshman homecoming experience was less than delightful, if I recall correctly.

In Fall 2010, I was running around the bonfire with this lovely lady:


(Taken in our sophomore year–I’ll get to that later)

We decided to run around the fire 14 times as opposed to the “requisite” 114. And it was going just swimmingly, until a horrible little person showed up. This child could not have been older than late middle school age, or perhaps just into high school. But my friend and I are both small people, and this kid was quite solid, so we were well matched in size. On our tenth lap, Little Mr. Awful sneaked out of the crowd and slapped both of us. Hey! Who do you think you are?

So we tried edging away. Didn’t work. Too many people. Eleventh lap, the evil miscreant found us with his beady little eagle eyes. SMACK.


Twelfth time around: Little Mr. Awful stuck out his awful little foot and kicked us. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Where are your parents!

Thirteenth time around, we were especially wary of Little Mr. Awful. And, of course, he found us AGAIN. This time, however, he grabbed the glow stick hanging on a long string around my friend’s neck, pulled her out of the circle, and wrestled her down. Now, both of us are not much over 5 feet tall, and one of us was getting strangled by a prepubescent demon with long fingers and possibly homicidal tendencies.

Needless to say, I was less than thrilled. So, without going into too many details, I may have gotten into a mild “altercation” with him in an attempt to rescue my poor friend. And the attempt was successful, but not without consequences.

I drew the attention of the crowd of spectators within my immediate vicinity…and it was not pleasant, much to my chagrin. “Hey, girl, what’s WRONG with you?”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? HE’S CHOKING HER, for God’s sake! Are you all insane?!” Priorities, guys.

Also, I’m paraphrasing. That exchange included much more colorful language, which I’m choosing to exclude in an effort to not offend your delicate sensibilities.

Now, when did it become okay for random inhabitants of Hanover to assault freshmen? As a matter of fact, it’s never okay when the upperclassmen do it, but seriously? Behave yourself, Hanover. I’ll take none of that from a child, thank you very much. He doesn’t even go here.

I’m a peace-loving, gentle soul, however, and, not wishing to further any conflict, ran another lap with my friend, and left. 14 laps. Done and done.

Actually, it had more to do with the fact that I’d just gotten into a physical struggle with another kid (NOT WITHOUT GOOD REASON) and didn’t feel like hanging around long enough to have to explain the situation.

I regret nothing. No one attempts to cut off my friend’s airway and gets away with it.


So, in my sophomore year, I thought that we might paint motivational posters for the class of 2015 and stand around the fire with them. We decided to Homecoming a little differently, and it was great. A group of friends of mine got together and did just that.

And here’s the beauty of Dartmouth: someone somewhere always takes it upon himself to be a good person. For every inebriated fool on campus, there have to be at least 10 decent people. Several different student groups simultaneously came up with the same idea, as it happens. So, were you at 2011′s fall bonfire, you would have seen groups of students holding sweet signs up for the ’15s in a massive circle around the ring of running freshmen and cheering them on.

And this year, East Wheelock Cluster Council decided to turn this business into a cluster event. The posters are now decorating Brace Commons:



Specimens of fine art, as you see here (the top one is mine! Bottom poster: courtesy of Miss Kristy Choi ’14).

We stood out there for a solid hour with our signs. And the area was a lot more secure than I’d noticed before (mind you, I was off last fall and missed Homecoming, but I heard that harassment of anyone at the fire was kept to a minimum. Same thing this year). The beginning of the fire was quite amusing–before it was even lit, the ’17s started running. Nota bene for any incoming classes: SAVE YOUR STRENGTH. It’s a trivial piece of advice, but you might later appreciate it. Don’t run around the pile of wood before it even starts to burn. That’s silly.

Our group quickly became exasperated at the sight and started calling their attention to that minor detail: “Guys. Hey. Guys. Fire’s not lit yet. Stop running. Stop it. HEY.”

We went from obvious: “It’s not even burning!”

…to wheedling: “Please? Save your strength! 117 laps are a lot!”

…to threats: “All right, THAT’S IT! We’re taking the signs away!”

But to no avail. Oh well.


Oct 152013

So my plan was to write about Homecoming, but then after checking what the other bloggers had chosen to write about this week I realized by Tuesday night how unoriginal my idea was! Instead, I will tell you about the progression of my experience writing for “The D,” our completely student-run college newspaper.

As a freshman, I was debating what activities I wanted to do at Dartmouth. Certain ones continued over from high school like playing lacrosse and doing community service for Relay for Life, but others were completely new to me, like writing for the newspaper. Sports had been a huge, if not the main, aspect of my life growing up, and I knew I wanted a way to fill that void in college since I would not be on a varsity team, let alone three, anymore. So when I was added to the sports team for The D I was thrilled!

Since it was my first time writing, they started off giving me the easy stories: recapping the results of a cross country meet or previewing a game to be played the following weekend. The standard grammar and style rules applied and three interview were a must. Slowly as my first year on the paper progressed, I became a “Staff Writer” and was able to write pieces about specific athletes and longer centerfold articles that delved into specific sports issues or teams. I even took a stab at editing my sophomore and junior years which was a great way to see how the process is completed from start to finish, but I decided I really preferred being on the writing side of things.

Now as a senior, my best friend, who wrote for the last few years also, and I have a weekly sports column. We are the first female and only duel columnists in a long time for the sports section. So far I have absolutely loved the experience of writing the column! We get to write about literally whatever it is we want that week as long as it pertains to sports in some way and have much more freedom with style and interviews. Some of our topics this fall have included sibling rivalries and dream duos in sports, attendance at Ivy League games, the changing nature and intent of sports’ fans, male vs. female preference in sports, and why so many Dartmouth seniors quit their sports and what options they have pursued since.

The headline for our weekly column, More Than A Game.

The headline for our weekly column, More Than A Game.

This all goes to show that at Dartmouth you can easily try something totally new as a first year student and that it is possible to build your way up and learn to love doing something you had never tried before!

My notebook I use to write down ideas and quotes from interviews.

My notebook I use to write down ideas and quotes from interviews.

Oct 142013

It’s Monday and another homecoming weekend is in the books. This past weekend represented another weekend full of historic traditions, school spirit, and bonding among a vast array of classes. From the classes that walked The Green during the Great Depression, to the class of 2017, all joined together to sing the Alma Mater, watch the freshmen run around the bonfire, and to enjoy the great sense of school spirit in the air. For me, homecoming has always been the most momentous time during the fall term.

Just to recap on the weekend, here is a snapshot of what my homecoming looked like this year:


I began my day like any other Friday, waking up and getting my day started with my classes. After attending my last class, I proceeded with my normal schedule for home football games on Friday. Once football meetings, walk-troughs, and dinner with my teammates were done, I met up with some friends and alums to get ready for the festivities ahead. Once we made way to The Green we instantly found ourselves socializing and reminiscing on all of the great moments we’d experienced at Dartmouth. As the night continued on, we watched the ceremony in front of Dartmouth hall while the bonfire for the 17′s took flame. Watching the 17′s run around the bonfire reminded me of the sweltering ball of anxious and energetic freshmen from my class, who joyously ran around the bonfire as we were heckled by upperclassmen.

Homecoming Bonfire


This day marked the 97th time that Dartmouth football played against Yale University. This game for us not only represented an opportunity for a homecoming victory, but an opportunity to get one step closer to achieving our goal of wining an Ivy-League Championship. After a lot of buzz from Friday night about the game and many best wishes, we took foot to the field with our minds focused on one thing and one thing only, winning! After 4 quarters of physical play and a valiant effort from my teammates, we ended up wining the game 20-13. The most memorable moment was probably when my teammates and all those affiliated with Dartmouth joined together to sing the Alma Mater. Once all of the post-game festivities both on the field and in the locker room subsided, I began to celebrate the rest of the evening with many friends.

To me homecoming represents a time where people no matter what class, affiliation, or differences can all come together to share a similar experience and indulge in a atmosphere of positivity, compassion, and fellowship. This is what continues to bring those who have been affiliated with Dartmouth in some capacity back to the best kept secret in the woods. For all, enjoy experiences like these and cherish them for the rest of your life. & Oh Yeah BLEED GREEN!!!

Oct 022013

Hi there, college!

Hey there! In case you have not read the information on the bloggers’ page, I am Chi, I am from Vietnam and I am just starting my freshmen year at Dartmouth! It has been a month since I first arrived here and I still cannot get over how fast time goes by here. Yes, college is very, very busy but I have really been enjoying myself.

My first month here has, without a doubt, been the most memorable month I have ever had in my life. This is my first time in the States, and also my first time away from home. I had my first waffle, my first green eggs and ham, my first bagel, and too many other firsts that I cannot remember all of them. All freshmen have the option to go on a 5-day freshman trip (which I think 90% of us choose to go). The purpose of the trips is to get freshmen familiar with the breathtaking New Hampshire setting of Dartmouth, and more importantly to connect with fellow classmates and upperclassmen. My trip was Ropes course, which was amazing! We had a lot of fun and believe me, trips is a perfect way to kick off your freshmen year.

My trip!

My trip!

The most amazing thing about Dartmouth, if you ask me, must be the people – not only the students, but also the teachers, employees, and everybody in Hanover. Everybody is super welcoming and friendly, especially if they know that you are a freshman! All the upperclassmen I met were very enthusiastic about Dartmouth, and they kept talking about how time flies by very quickly here and they felt like it was just yesterday when they were freshmen. Indeed, it felt like yesterday too when I first stepped off the Dartmouth coach from Boston, looking at Baker library for the first time, and now it has been a month already! But I will definitely make the most of my time here, and enjoy my every minute at Dartmouth!

My father and me, in front of Baker library

My father and me, in front of Baker library

Sep 282013

Oh dear.

I’m always a little dubious about writing things for the general public on account of 1) I’m not always sure people will read them and 2) I’m not always sure people will like them if they read them. Actually, when I told my friends I was interested in doing this, I was met with a very confused “Why would you do that to yourself?” followed by fairly repulsed looks. Well, here goes…

So what can I tell you?

Well for a start, I could introduce myself. That would be a good route to go.

As you can see from that little description on the bloggers’ page, I’ve just started senior year at Dartmouth. Brief aside—that note about “laconic” was not supposed to be there. In my awkward haste, I couldn’t figure out much more to say than “It’s senior year. Let’s keep it interesting” (or something to that effect), and in a personal note to the managers of Dartmouth Direct, I added that little bit by way of apology for my lack of creativity. Apparently, it didn’t work.

And then it made it to the site. What an auspicious beginning.

So. FAQ time (were there FAQs about myself, they would probably be these):

What do you do academically? I’m a Classical Languages and Literature major and a Neuroscience minor. Oh yes, and I’m pre-med.

I don’t like subscribing to any label, but that is one which I can’t seem to avoid. Here’s why I’m not a fan of that identifier: you tend to get a routine set of questions if you tell people that you’re a pre-med student and you look like me (I kid you not, I have gotten this, in some variation or another. It’s stereotypical almost to the point that it’s unbelievable. Well, believe it).

“Oh, you’re pre-med?”


“Are your parents doctors?”

No. Is that a prerequisite?

“Did your parents make you do pre-med?”

That’s not always how it works.

“But that’s, like, really competitive.”

That’s not even a question. And some of us pre-med differently.

And then I mention that I’m a classics major.

“Are you allowed to do that?”

Of course not. I tell my family that I’m a biomedical engineer and fabricate clever and elaborate engineering projects to describe to them in detail during our frequent phone conversations.

And then I read Latin by night. It’s my cunning plan. Of course, that BA in Classical Studies is going to be hard to explain later this year, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

“Wait…are you Asian?”


“Did you play the piano or violin growing up?”

Oh sweet Jesus.

(Incidentally, I did play the piano growing up. My brother played the violin.)

How did you get into classics? I read Latin through high school (not well, I might add) and thought to do comparative literature when I came to Dartmouth. For this discipline, you need to be competent in another language that isn’t English. The only non-English language in which I am competent is Latin, so I went to the classics department located in Reed Hall for a freshman open house:


Fun story: As I was lurking at the edges of various groups, a professor approached me and asked me about my interests. I do not recall which professor, but that’s beside the point.

I told him about my Latin background. He regarded me for a little while and asked me if I was intending to take Greek.

Oh boy. Greek. That’s a whole different language, and a whole other alphabet…I’m dubious. Plus, I have to take chemistry, and bio, and who knows what else…ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat.

Of course I told him this more tactfully: “Hmm. Greek. Well, you see, I’m thinking about pre-med, and I really want to do comparative literature. So…I don’t really know if I’ll have the time for Greek. It sounds so cool, but I think I’m only interested in Latin.”

His response? “Huh. Well. Seventy-five percent of pre-med students drop within the first year, so you might as well take Greek.”


I started taking Latin courses and comparative literature courses. And while the comp. lit. work was very interesting…it really wasn’t my thing, as I found out during freshman year. It’s quite a great interdisciplinary major, but just not for me.

Also. Pre-med. That was yet another can of worms. Pre-med is not easy. Fortunately, you have a lot of people with whom to suffer. But suffer you do.

So, by the time I got to my spring term at Dartmouth, I was tired. I remember sobbing to myself sometimes in the privacy of my room. Why, oh why did I do this to myself? Do I actually want this? When will the RNA world ever be relevant to my medical career? Am I cut out for this, or should I just quit now? WHY DIDN’T I TAKE GREEK?!

Alright, I’m just waxing lyrical at this point, but you get the idea.

Cut to the classics department—I started taking a course on neo-Latin epic with this lovely man you see below:


(courtesy of the classics department website)

Meet Professor Pramit Chaudhuri, secretly one of my favorite people on campus, but he doesn’t know about that. Shh.

I wasn’t totally sure what to expect when I walked in the room…and met with a couple horrifying things simultaneously.

1) Almost everyone in the class was a junior or senior and ALL seemed extremely well-versed in Latin (the chair of the department’s daughter was a senior in this class, for example, and she is absolutely brilliant. It was daunting). The only other freshman seemed to have gone to some prestigious boarding school, and his ability to translate far superseded mine.

2) Then I glanced down at the syllabus and saw the second horrifying thing: my two least favorite words in the English language, “Class participation.” Oh boy. How can I participate and contribute anything of value…compared to ALL THAT?! What did I get myself into this time? Nope, nope, nope, I want out.

So, I lurked in the corner for about a term, perpetually nervous as a sinner in church.

This isn’t sounding good, is it? Don’t worry, it gets better, I promise.

After my first test (disappointing), I needed to figure out what I was doing wrong. I scheduled an appointment with the professor, and he gave me a pretty solid 20 minutes to half an hour of his time, pointing out my areas of weakness and giving me generally constructive criticism. It’s awesome when a professor is willing to do that for you (and a good number of them are willing to do that at Dartmouth).

And then I forgot my keys in his office and had to come by hours later to claim them.

I’m awkward.

Anyway, I started working. Hard. I spent hours on Ecerinis, Achilleis, and Procne and Philomela for the next few weeks.

And whether it was the fact that my ability to translate and interpret improved dramatically, or my confidence in my work just grew, or Stockholm syndrome set in, I LOVED that class.

I figured, Hey. I’m getting a pretty decent liberal arts education…I should take advantage of it. And I REALLY like this stuff! When am I ever going to do classics again? Never. So why not for the next three years?

So that’s what I did. That was the class that turned me into a classics major.

As for pre-med…I was going through that pre-med crisis that I believe every pre-med should go through—where you seriously question whether or not this is for you. It’s better to find out sooner rather than later. I strongly believe that medicine is not a profession for someone who gets into it purely for the practicality, the potential money, or the plausible prestige. You have to want to do what you’re doing.

To cut a long story short: I shadowed in a few departments at NYU Langone during my freshman summer, decided that it was what I wanted to do with my life, and got my act together for sophomore year. I started performing much better and was generally contented with myself.

And then, mostly because I wanted to, and partially because I’m incredibly stubborn and wanted to prove to that ornery classics professor that I wasn’t going to drop pre-med, I finished the requirements by my junior year and took the MCAT.

And I have yet to take a Greek course.

So there.

(For the record, Greek is fantastic. Please don’t think I have a personal vendetta against it).

What do you do around campus? I’m so sorry for that long-winded thing…but just to close:

Outside academics, I am a Big Brother Big Sister mentor, co-chair for the Cluster Council in the East Wheelock dorm, co-coordinator for Dartmouth Classical Society, Nathan Smith Society committee member (governing board for the pre-med society on campus), and I did cancer research for three years in the medical school’s department of pharmacology and toxicology.

And that’s quite enough about me.

Sep 212013

Thanks to the flexibility and countless opportunities offered by the Dartmouth Plan (D-Plan), I am heading back to school this fall, literally. I will be spending the next 10 weeks of my senior year working at the Samuel Morey Elementary School in Vermont, assisting in their first and second grade classrooms. What is really neat is that the second grade teacher is a Dartmouth ’07!

Teaching at Samuel Morey has offered me a third unique hands on teaching experience to round out my pre-professional teaching opportunities. Last fall during my off term at home I worked in a first grade classroom at a suburban, private school, this past summer I taught 8th grade Chemistry to low-income, minority students from Cambridge, and now I am helping out in a rural, socioeconomically diverse school, with, for the most part, one classroom per grade.

While most of my friends are spending their fall evenings reading textbooks about microeconomics or computer programming, I am journaling ideas for my future classroom and brainstorming ways to help the students conceptualize place value, learn to tell time, and when to add “ck” to the end of a word and when “k” is all that you need to be ready for my next day at school.

While the Dartmouth Education Department is absolutely outstanding and pushes me to think critically and creatively about teaching, learning, and education, spending 50 full days in a classroom affords me insight and practice that a college lecture cannot match.

Posing with my students' final projects this summer

Posing with my students’ final projects this summer


Jan 162013

Some students considering Dartmouth may be nervous about the weather or the cold, but today reminded me of why I love wintertime at Dartmouth. Students that come here learn to take advantage of and love the beautiful white snow that covers campus. From skiing at the Dartmouth Skiway, to ice skating on Occom Pond, to school wide midnight snowball fights, students here know how to keep having fun outdoors even when the snow starts to fall (and doesn’t seem to stop!). From my experience, winter brings people together at Dartmouth, and new adventures are always available if you want. In just one week so far this term, Dartmouth has offered free cross-country ski lessons, winter hiking opportunities, beginner and intermediate gym classes for skiing and snowboarding, hockey games, and more! Not only will you learn to bear the New Hampshire winter, but if you’re like me, you will learn to love it!

Jan 072013

I spent this past fall for my off term interning as an assistant teacher in a first grade classroom at home in New Jersey. While friends and family were confused at first how any college student could be home from September through December, any confusion I had about what I wanted to do once I graduate has since disappeared.

Teaching has become my passion, and I am extremely excited to spend the next two years taking more classes to bolster my knowledge of educating. I happily woke up every morning at 7am and my job never got boring, not something any college intern can say! As much as I taught my class of 16 students, they taught me just as much, if not more, about the art of teaching. My mentor teacher was also extremely helpful in guiding and supporting me throughout my time in her classroom.

This winter I am taking two education courses at Dartmouth, one called Development in the Exceptional Child and the other Language Acquisition. It will be interesting to see all of the connections I find between my readings and my experience this fall. As a side note, Dartmouth offers two great options for anyone interested in education or teaching. There is an education minor that you can earn as well as a teaching certification program that you can apply to and get certified within your four years at Dartmouth. I currently plan to take advantage of both options!

Dec 062012

This post goes out to all the Dartmouth students that are now home for the holidays with this year’s new Academic Calendar extending from Thanksgiving to New Years as well as to the brand new ’17s that are, as of today, part of our Dartmouth family! Congratulations! I am excited to meet the DC- area ’17s at the Dartmouth Club of DC Holiday Party coming up next week.

As I finish up my time at home in DC this fall quarter, I have realized how crazy fast the time has gone by. After having this “real life” job, I am ready to go back and enjoy my time as a student for a little while longer. Although I have learned so much more in these past ten weeks than I could have imagined I would, I also miss my friends, my sorority and my classes that didn’t start until ten and were only a few steps outside my door. Get ready ’17s, for a fantastic college experience, whether you are in Hanover or taking off-terms in cities all over the world, take advantage of all of it! We’re all waiting to see what you’ll do.

Also, say ‘Hi!’ on campus!