August 27, 2007 - 1:00am
By Elana Beale
My parents are not allowed to say the “G-word” in front of me.
In fact, as I have moved into a house of seven girls in Collegetown, returned to classes on the Hill, commitments, friends, giving half-smiles to that kid I met in Appel in October of freshman year (and haven’t had a conversation with since) and all other aspects of Cornelliana, I have been attempting to push May 25, 2008 as far into the future as it can go.
When asked about post-college plans, all I can do is demurely smile and say I’m feeling non-committal. How can I commit to law school when that means giving up another fabulous opportunity that could be just around the corner? It doesn’t matter that I’m not even sure what that opportunity may possibly be.
