It is time we liberated science within the liberal arts.
Over these Commencement days no doubt professors, family, and friends, all weak of heart, will congratulate you on a job well done. Not I.
It may often have left me feeling like nothing beyond a more invasive tourist, but studying elsewhere taught me to take that tourist’s eye to my own surroundings in a way that no stack of books on deconstructing social norms can compel.
Maybe the value of having conversations is obvious even to freshmen, but it can’t be fully appreciated until the end of senior year, when one has grown as much as one can in this place.
First-world problems are laughable; as such, they should make you laugh, recognize the absurdity of the situation, and move on with being happy. Because here, we have no reason not to be.
A fear of becoming a “Lost Generation” may not be unreasonable. But we are not lost, not exactly. We simply don’t know where we’re going yet. And that’s just fine.