Month: March 2014

Well, here it is. The week before Spring break. That light at the end of a dark, cold, and snowy tunnel grows ever closer. It will, we hope, bring respite from a semester of unceasing obligations. Yet between it and us, an onslaught of midterms, exams, homework assignments, and other academic obligations threatens ominously —...

He delivered this speech Saturday. The men of this senior class are some of my closest friends — men who have inspired me, challenged me, and befriended me. I am humbled and deeply honored to represent such a group of remarkable people. Last summer I worked at a university on the East Coast doing physics...

I was rejected today. Or rather, my internship application was politely declined using the most cordial of blandly complimentary fluff. Neurological studies say that the brain processes rejection with the same regions it uses to handle physical pain. Which I guess means I feel a little like the letter punched me in the face. I...

My sophomore year woke me up. Oddly, it had none of the stigma associated with my riotous freshman year. By all appearances, I was thoroughly reformed. I had a second chance to succeed. This was balm to my recently disenchanted soul, primarily because, in performing badly my freshman year, I had failed to hold up a fairly substantial family legacy at Hillsdale College.

I can’t think of any good reason that these card readers don’t work. I assume it’s ignorance, and I call upon those responsible to fix these doors! There’s no great moral hazard and no need to storm the president’s office. This is a small thing, but the small things make a difference.