SOKOL | View from Above

As I readjust to being unmasked in classes and using Willard Straight Hall’s reading room to study rather than get my nose swabbed, it’s hard not to wonder what would have been if two and a half years of my college experience had not been carved away, muffled under the blanket of ‘unprecedented times.’ Are my Ithacalves weaker from fewer climbs up the slope? Have I built less character by spending many frigid days on Zoom rather than tramping to class through feet of snow? Did I miss out on a crucial part of the Cornell experience by limiting my intake of 3 a.m. Nasty’s calzones? Or, did I just do my stomach a favor?