It is hard to say exactly where to go from here. Often I prefer to imagine life and most endeavors as a series of calculated obstacles and achievements, but in the spirit of metaphysical appreciation and optimism, a spirit in which I do not often indulge, I will say that I hope to work out the kinks in my arsenal of knowledge. Community service has not changed in my mind, it will continue to fill the same role it always has, allowing interests and concerns to manifest themselves as action. The resources at Baruch are one of the many appeals of the honors program, and it would be a fallacy to claim that we all fulfilled the duties of freshman seminar alone. The databases, the back and forth dialogue, as well as the much appreciated aid of our mentor and advisor made this a painless process. And for that we must all be very grateful.
I have never been one to actively pursue clubs, though I found myself constantly engaged in them over the past few years. More often than not interests and activities will simply align themselves, so that one finds him or herself in the place that seems to make the most sense. I firmly believe this trend will continue for me. The next semester, I imagine, will prove interesting. Perhaps I will not get lost as often as I did the first week in school, attending many minutes of lectures I was not registered for. There are only so many hours I can give to every facet of the day. Internships, jobs, riding the subway, I will try to stretch my time as much as it allows, and hopefully still leave room for the more relaxed nights of watching embarrassing science fiction and teaching my rats to do tricks.
Over the next three years my only actual goal is to convert my energy into useful knowledge, and sharpen an efficient plan out of my academic life. Whether I finally end up in the circus, or behind a shabby desk, this knowledge will apply. With any luck this selection of years will be an exhaustive but satisfyingly enjoyable project, and perhaps a little fun as well. I suppose in the ever-ethereal “grand scheme of things” college should be a memory of fondness and timeless value, perhaps we test this assumption as much as it tests us, and that is really the most we can ask for.