Class Note 2007
Issue
Jan - Feb 2019
From the first crunch of freshly fallen leaves under our feet that fall when we arrived on campus, our time at Dartmouth made an enduring impact on each of us. Since then, we’ve carried those lessons, friendships, and traditions with us, sometimes hilariously.
Like George Oh, who recounts, “When I go to a new diner that looks like it has the ingredients, I will ask them to make me a Billy Bob Jr., eggs over medium, and the kitchen will usually oblige. It’s never as good.” Just another example of the Dartmouth difference, I guess.
Karen (Heighes) Perez shares, “The bells used to play the alma mater on campus every day at 6 p.m. It’s one of my favorite memories, linking up arms and singing with a friend on our way to dinner. Here at our house, 6 o’clock is as chaotic as you’d expect a house with little kids, so we don’t maintain quite the same tradition. But we do play the Aires’ version nearly every day. My 5-year-old has our alma mater memorized!”
As the last class to celebrate Tubestock, sadly, one of the old traditions did, well, fail on our watch. (Shout out to the Save Tubestock committee though!) While Dan Linsalata confesses, “Mostly, I just miss a time in my life when I enjoyed the taste of Keystone,” many of you wrote in to share memories and traditions that you fondly recall.
They include Sarah Overton’s memories hiking “the 50” from Hanover to Moosilauke and canoeing on the Trip to the Sea and Hannah (Burzynski) McCullar’s recollection of DOC trips (“I love that the Dartmouth community gives incoming students such a unique and wholehearted welcome. The happy memories of sleeping in a cabin, swimming in an icy-cold river, and watching the incredible Lodge Crew show will stay with me forever”). Plus, Blair (Burgreen) Chan’s favorite tradition teaching the incoming freshmen how to do the “Salty Dog Rag” before those trips and Peter Kenseth’s love of Winter Carnival 2005, A Dartmouth Neverland: “The Winter Carnival snow sculptures were always amazing, but the life-sized pirate ship from A Dartmouth Neverland was truly epic.”
Our short time at Dartmouth changed each of us and our lives forever. As she celebrates her 250th anniversary, we are proud to count ourselves among her sons and daughters and will bleed green forever.
—Jaime Padgett, 1837 W. Patterson Ave, #109, Chicago, IL 60613; dartmouth2007s@gmail.com
Like George Oh, who recounts, “When I go to a new diner that looks like it has the ingredients, I will ask them to make me a Billy Bob Jr., eggs over medium, and the kitchen will usually oblige. It’s never as good.” Just another example of the Dartmouth difference, I guess.
Karen (Heighes) Perez shares, “The bells used to play the alma mater on campus every day at 6 p.m. It’s one of my favorite memories, linking up arms and singing with a friend on our way to dinner. Here at our house, 6 o’clock is as chaotic as you’d expect a house with little kids, so we don’t maintain quite the same tradition. But we do play the Aires’ version nearly every day. My 5-year-old has our alma mater memorized!”
As the last class to celebrate Tubestock, sadly, one of the old traditions did, well, fail on our watch. (Shout out to the Save Tubestock committee though!) While Dan Linsalata confesses, “Mostly, I just miss a time in my life when I enjoyed the taste of Keystone,” many of you wrote in to share memories and traditions that you fondly recall.
They include Sarah Overton’s memories hiking “the 50” from Hanover to Moosilauke and canoeing on the Trip to the Sea and Hannah (Burzynski) McCullar’s recollection of DOC trips (“I love that the Dartmouth community gives incoming students such a unique and wholehearted welcome. The happy memories of sleeping in a cabin, swimming in an icy-cold river, and watching the incredible Lodge Crew show will stay with me forever”). Plus, Blair (Burgreen) Chan’s favorite tradition teaching the incoming freshmen how to do the “Salty Dog Rag” before those trips and Peter Kenseth’s love of Winter Carnival 2005, A Dartmouth Neverland: “The Winter Carnival snow sculptures were always amazing, but the life-sized pirate ship from A Dartmouth Neverland was truly epic.”
Our short time at Dartmouth changed each of us and our lives forever. As she celebrates her 250th anniversary, we are proud to count ourselves among her sons and daughters and will bleed green forever.
—Jaime Padgett, 1837 W. Patterson Ave, #109, Chicago, IL 60613; dartmouth2007s@gmail.com