“What are you doing after graduation?” is a loaded question, but one that I have fortunately perfected a response to. I shrug sheepishly, give a little sigh and say, “I wish I knew.” It’s a question that stirs my most deep-seated fears, but one that all seniors inevitably face. I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to evade it for the past couple of months.

This semester, The Sun has had the unfortunate responsibility to report on too many horrible events affecting our Cornell community. From the tragic deaths of a student and a recent alum to a reported rape, it is clear that The Sun reports on some of the most grave situations a community can face. The Sun must conduct itself accordingly.

Two months ago, I stood onstage at Bailey Hall in front of a sold-out audience to perform in the Vagina Monologues with 50 other bright and beautiful vaginas and our fearless publicity manager, Doug.

When I was a sophomore, I took a class that changed my life and continues to guide my value system and worldview. You can’t take this course today — not here at Cornell. In fact, it was never offered here at Cornell. It has been taught at Drexel University, Hobart and William Smith College and today a version of the course is taught at Union College.