Upon seeing the decrepit condition of the arm rests of the chairs in the eighth floor lounge area (I love that lounge area — there need to be more in existence throughout the VC) I was immediately reminded of one reason I despised my high school’s atmosphere: the meaningless crap that was etched into desks and written on bathroom stalls with magic marker. “Love is a drug”, “Baby don’t hurt me” and “So-and-so slept with so-and-so” were among my favorite statements that I read through my four years. Such soul. Such depth.
I absolutely adore good quality vandalism. I love it. I appreciate artwork and I appreciate anonymity and I appreciate tags. There are probably moral hypocrisies going on in this paragraph right now, but it’s true. I looked down closer at one armrest in particular and I see the words “Think While You Still Can” engraved in the wood. Next to the phrase, “VIBRATO” is etched, and below that, “XPLICIT” looks like an etch that had been there for a long time. How many people have sat in this chair, I thought. How many people have looked at the words and thought nothing of it, or thought something of it and decided to take a sly iPhone picture of it, because they can? Why vibrato? Musicians exist at Baruch? Of course they do. Philosophers exist at Baruch? Hm…
“Think while you still can?” Did this person feel stifled? Did this person feel trapped? Whatever the reason was for writing this, I take it as a statement from someone who did not necessarily want to be at Baruch. Then WHY are you here? I could go on. I will not.
This photo sums up many of the thoughts I have had at school this past semester, from the end of August until this moment in time. A GREAT handful of people, for the most part classmates from high school and the occasional belligerent “rando” at a party, have spit words at me for the past few months — “College is a waste of time.”
These words, this school of thought, this concept has eluded me. It eludes me – present tense. It did elude me – past tense. It will elude me – future tense. College is a waste of time? I assure you, it is not. At least, I don’t think it is. I am on my way to receiving a degree in about three years, and I cannot wait. One goes to college to gain knowledge of concepts that I could not gain otherwise. I have not had the opportunity or the privilege of studying abroad or living abroad or even leaving the country yet, so this is the closest I have come in my eighteen years to seeing SO many different walks of life at once. I love it here, and I love New York City. I need to surround myself with the people who I have been surrounding myself with. I need to keep on doing this.
VIBRATO.