When I had my orientation at the Kline center, I felt like a high school student touring Dickinson for the first time. We were informed of the different rules and regulations of the gym and were taught the safety precautions to use on the equipment. While I was going through yet another orientation process, other students were already working out, making me feel even more like a newcomer than I had before.
Today, when I went to the Kline center to work out for the first time, I felt much more like a part of the student body, rather than just an observer.… Read the rest here
The Waidner-Spahr library is the hub of campus in more ways than one. Its behemoth size and central location on campus make it hard to ignore, but it also serves as a space the facilitate the two predominant aspects of social life – socializing and studying. During orientation, the library had an earnest energy – first year students sat at computers or in arm chairs completing work for their seminars, relishing their first late-night college coffee from the bibliocafe.… Read the rest here
The air felt as if it was not fresh, but rather someone else’s stale exhalations—someone who had studied here, and known people here, and been comfortable here. Here was the library, the massive belly of a campus that I could hardly navigate.
And so we sat down, the cold, dead air chafing against us as we tried to focus on our homework. There is a line in “Ulysses” by Lord Tennyson that refers to Ithaca as a “still hearth”.… Read the rest here
When I first started eating in the cafeteria I noticed that not all of the tables were full. This was obviously because there were only a few skittish freshmen, as opposed to the writhing mass of people that would soon eat there. I felt comfortable during orientation because I knew that everyone was in the same boat as me. This made me a lot more comfortable introducing myself and asking for people’s names.
As soon as the rest of the campus arrived the ranks of students more than doubled. … Read the rest here
Though there are a variety of places on campus that have changed since we arrived last week, the one I feel most compelled to describe is the hallway outside my dorm. The hallway may not be the most populated or social area, but despite how its physical appearance is identical to what it was on move in day, my perception of it could not be more different. When I arrived at Dickinson on Tuesday of last week, I was terrified.… Read the rest here
When my roommate and I met–not counting the Facebook stalking that had occurred prior to our arrival on campus–we were both flanked by our parents, who appeared to be at least twice as excited as we were. We had a very formal introduction, and were relatively silent as we unpacked. Our first two days were characterized by lots of “so when do you usually…” and “oh okay, yeah…” A lot of nodding, and living logistics. A lot of wandering to the same places in an attempt to look social. … Read the rest here
One of my major concerns leaving my hometown to come to Dickinson College was my ability to socialize and make friends. At home and in high school I was, in my own way, someone that had established his own personality and reputation. I felt accepted; I was comfortable here. It is a feeling that I enjoy. However, the moment I stepped foot onto the campus and began icebreakers with my orientation group, I realized that I could no longer assume that people my name or even of me.… Read the rest here
Arriving around 10 o’clock at night I certainly was not in the mood to observe Carlisle. As if resonating to my exhaustion the city seemed quiet and calm. As I reached near the grounds of the campus the calmness appeared to grow and turned into a deafening silence. The place that first grabbed my attention even in my condition was, the Morgan field, which clearly was the first scenery that I observed from my room. It wideness, greenery and simplicity made it appear to be humble and accepting towards people.… Read the rest here
The first day I arrived on campus I spent the majority of my time walking around and trying to find a familiar face from the few people I knew from accepted students day, or even to find someone who was interesting to me. The problem was that no one was outside. Morgan field was entirely empty. So I sat down in an Adirondack chair to read and relax and was invited to sit with a group of kids who I of course assumed were freshman as well.… Read the rest here
The cafeteria room in the HUB building was, for the first couple days of orientation, packed to the rim with people, with lines extending long past the cashier. The sound of hundreds of people could be heard from outside, filled with excited conversation from the eager, but anxious first-year students. Most of these freshmen, if not all, were prepared for the day with a precise schedule, with a date for everything, including breakfast, lunch and dinner.… Read the rest here