It’s fall semester, people. You know what that means. More Med Deli, colorful clubs and acapella groups by the Pit. Also, grinding within the lavish hotel that is Davis Library, and of course, your regular ‘ole armed neo-Nazis brandishing the confederate flag throughout North Campus.
It’s a new school year so let’s, I don’t know, bite the bullet. Take the plunge. Throw caution to the wind, and enjoy it. Face the music of our school, constantly buzzing in our ears and making us all wake up at ungodly hours to show up to class. Jump in—just do it.
Do you want to know why? Because it’s a privilege to attend this University—to attend any university, for that matter. We all contributed different amounts of effort to be here, but the point is that we’re all here.
We’re fortunate to be able to stroll through the quad to go learn a new language, or to study in the library to finish the readings that our professors have already assigned (it’s only the first week, smh).
We get to sit on the steps of Wilson and people watch, serve coffee to our peers and volunteer for our community. We can tutor our friends and expose ourselves to new subjects, cultures, ideas and backgrounds.