Pop!

There was a shooting on Harvard’s campus today, which just reminds me how everything we know and believe in is fragile and often based upon shaky facts.  The Harvard bubble, as it is affectionately known, makes many of us oblivious to not only the angry, volatile people who sometimes wander through our campus, but also the pain and anger that sometimes festers in the room across the hall.  Our Ivory Tower, the pillar of rugged individualism, keeps us unaware of and out of touch with the people that walk in and out of our daily lives.  This tragic event, like all acts of violence, demonstrates to me how essential awareness, compassion, and discretion are at all times.

I hope that everyone is safe and (naively) that this will never happen again, anywhere.

(http://www.thecrimson.com/)

Close.

So, I haven’t actually graduated.  I’m actually setting this up as a means of avoiding studying for the only thing that stands between myself and graduation: one measly final about things that don’t matter (to me, right now).

If all goes according to plan, which is rarely does, my posts will never be this pointless again.  I plan to write about adjusting to life, a real job, and the world beyond the tightly enclosed ivy bubble that I’m days away from leaving.  It will be glorious, I promise.

In the meantime: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/26/nyregion/26immig.html?_r=1

A little out-dated, but my favorite in a while.