I'm 19 years old. I'm a junior. I am an engineering major. I'm pre-med. I'm Black. I'm an Aries. I have black hair and brown eyes. I'm an emo Whovian with OCD and social anxiety.

Those are all things I know.

What I don't know is how many kids I'll have.

Or if I'll ever get another cavity.

Or if Dartmouth is worth it anymore.

This school is expensive. And stressful. And really white. And heteronormative. And the D-Plan is the source of all evil on the planet.

The D-Plan kills relationships, both romantic and platonic. It destroys morale. It forces freshmen and seniors to live through the terror that is Hanover winter.

Right now, it's melting my brain from the insanity of my 5th term on.

I have been home a total of 8 weeks in the past year.

I have seen my mother's face maybe 100 times in the last 1,000,000 moments of my life.

I have cried. So many times in my dorm room(s). By myself.

I cried when I failed Orgo.

I cried when I found out I had OCD.

I cried when I decided to graduate late.

I cry every time I think I'm not going to make it as an engineer.

The D-Plan is wonderful for internships and FSP/LSA/exchanges and getting away from that one girl from your Writing 5 that you hate.

The D-Plan is also wonderful for splitting you from the people you really want to see.

The D-Plan is wonderful for ripping your hair out.

The D-Plan is wonderful for bleeding all the color out of a school you really loved once.

I'll probably get over this hatred of the D-Plan once I go home and lay on my couch and stare at my television and get yelled at by my beautiful, over bearing mother for leaving dishes in the sink.

But, for right now, I fucking hate the D-Plan.