Becky Lee '12 contemplates collective memory and all things Cornell as she bids a fond farewell to her column writing days. 

Kat Balram '13 questions what creates an identity here at Cornell.

We're a generation of halfies. Becky Lee '12 reflects on race, romance and relationships. 

Deborah Liu '13 suggests that the traditional résumé be replaced with something that reflects how people actually spend their time. 

Judah Bellin '12 calls for a reassessment of the role of religion in the culture of intellectual and economic success. 

My name is not Nikki Nussbaum. Well, actually it is. But I'm definitely starting to gain a new appreciation for the conflicts in the lives of Clark Kent and Peter Parker.

I am beginning to notice some significant changes in the graduating class of Cornell, which can only mean one of two things: either there is an epidemic of Multiple Personality Disorder going around, or we have all developed secret alter-egos. I’m guessing the latter because: A) What are the odds of us all developing a non-contagious psychological disorder at the same time? Clearly less than that of us all becoming superheroes at once; and B) The different identities seem to always come out at the same time, which must mean that it’s the best time to fight crime, obviously.

I am in my last semester at Cornell, so perhaps it’s not surprising that I find myself missing Cornell even before I have left with my coveted degree in hand. As I stroll across the Arts Quad under the watchful eyes of Ezra Cornell and A.D. White, I am fiercely proud to call myself a Cornellian. And yet, this sense of nostalgia raises a profound question: Do we share a common conception of what it means to be a Cornellian?

Quite frankly, the more I ponder the question, the more I’m convinced that it is overly simplistic and risks missing the point. Cornell is more than the sum of its parts, and its multifaceted nature ensures that each of us has a slightly different understanding of what it means to be a Cornellian.