Nye told graduates of Cornell University’s class of 2019 that this time was the most exciting time of human history. In a speech littered with science jokes and references to his eponymous show, Nye touched on everything from climate change to education for women.
The first night of orientation week freshman year, a friend and I got hopelessly lost looking for a fraternity annex party. In our flailing attempt to find our way to an address texted to me by a senior I had met only hours earlier, we somehow ended up on the Ithaca Commons. In that moment, as we wandered down State Street, Cornell seemed impossibly large. What is this place, we asked ourselves. And what are we doing here?
Don’t bother reading this senior column. Well, you didn’t listen very well. What do I know? I’m about to use this expensive, prestigious, elite Ivy League degree and pursue a career in journalism. I’m the stupidest person you know.
I started at The Sun as a sports columnist, writing pretty boring national sports opinion pieces that I mostly enjoyed, but nobody read. I did even once try to become an opinion columnist, but for reasons my friend Jacob Rubashkin ’19, then associate editor, still has not explained to me, I was not accepted. Thankfully. Since, I’ve grown so much as a writer, an editor and a person in ways that will probably define a portion of who I am for a long time. And as my delayed graduation finally looms in the not-distant-enough future, I can’t help but thank The Sun for a lot of that growth.
One of the most humbling conversations I’ve had this past year was with a hair stylist. I didn’t have the best first impression because she seemed a bit aloof and curt. But as strands of my hair fell, so did her initial coolness. I learned that she recently became a single parent and was struggling to raise her daughter, financially and emotionally. “Not having the best day,” she admitted.
Over the past four years I’ve come to learn that food is personal. One person’s “yuck” is another person’s “yum.” One may love veggies while another may despise them. One may not understand how someone could live without meat while another can’t imagine consuming an animal product. One may love the food of their culture, while others might be reminded of a culture they’re trying to distance themselves from. Everyone has their story, but most of it has to do with food.
S.A. members deliberated the last resolutions of the year, including resolutions to denounce white supremacist imagery at county fairs, to establish formal relationships between committees and administrators, to create an ad-hoc committee to investigate student absence policy reform and to restructure how executive offices recruit staff.
Well, we made it. We have at long last reached the end of the road. It was a tough journey, certainly not one for the faint of heart, but despite all the pain, I believe it was worth it. This right here is my last column. As I sit write, I have to admit I’m glad I decided to go to Olin to do this because I can already feel the emotions that would no doubt have poured out in the form of tears if I wasn’t in a public place.