Dodging the Bullet: My First Class
By John Zak, Contributing Writer As I awoke to my alarm at 7:45 AM on Monday, August 28th, I knew this was it. My first day of college, I had no idea what to expect as I hopped out of my bed to attend my first class at 9 AM. I had showered, got dressed, made a cup of coffee in a Yeti cup, and walked to Weidensall Hall (which I made sure I knew the location of the previous day). I felt a mixture of excitement and uncertainty as I...
Dodging the Bullet: Lincoln Diner, You Now Have My Heart
By Samantha Anastasiou, Contributing Writer It was particularly breezy on the first evening of September and we had just concluded our first week of classes as college students. Naturally, we were already overwhelmed with endless pages of reading, but Friday offered the opportunity to decompress with new friends. Our long night brought us passing our dorm, Huber, and continuing up the road for a midnight snack. As Friday quickly...
Dodging the Bullet: Office hours Alleviate the ‘Ice Bucket Challenge’
By Miranda Feeley, Staff Writer After three months of not speaking a single word of French, I walked into my first college-level French class last Monday and promptly got a bucket of ice dumped on my head. It wasn’t a real bucket, don’t worry! It’s just that when you’ve never had a class entirely in another language before, and you’re out of practice to boot, 50 minutes straight of French can be pretty shocking. There was one part of...
Dodging the Bullet: First-Year Walk Allows Lincoln’s Legacy to Live On
This slideshow requires JavaScript. By Shannon Zeltmann, Contributing Writer As I first started learning about Gettysburg College, the tradition that stood out to me was one of the most historical walks we will ever take as Gettysburgians, known as the First Year Walk. This historic walk first happened 154 years ago, as students and staff left the college as classes had been cancelled to walk to the newly-established Gettysburg...
Dodging the Bullet: A Broken Ankle and Finding a Family
By Natalie Orga, Contributing Writer It is high noon on Friday, August 18th. The temperature: 91 degrees. The humidity is oppressive, a film that clings to the skin. A girl lays sprawled on the burning sidewalk in front of the Gettysburg College Health Center, her back against the rough brick, one leg folded at an awkward angle. Sweat plasters her clothes to her body as she dials a number on her phone. No response. Her ankle is...
