alma mater musings
Working at Cornell over the summer has resulted in something strange.
I feel a real sense of identity and pride for Cornell.
Classes start in a week and I am looking forward to it. Yesterday, I walked across the Arts Quad in the afternoon. The several acres large quadrangle is currently enduring the indignity of construction at the north end. Fences, dirt, and equipment are plopped in front of the white dome of Sibley, one of the architecture school’s buildings. Despite this, the grassy space—criss-crossed by paths and dotted with oak trees—was calming and elegant. I smiled into the sun and breathed the fresh air. I felt happy to be at Cornell, eager to start the semester and the rigmarole of classes, and oddly nostalgic. In a year I will be gone from here. I’ll be a graduate, with all the expansive opportunity that entails. I imagined myself remembering that moment, years into the future. It was strange, felt sorta cheesy, and was also beautiful.