By Arsh Haque , Class of 2015 Arsh Haque It was a disliked, but necessary ritual, like drinking Kool-Aid at the end of a Jonestown party. We filed in with straight postures and dusty blazers; made small talk around small circles covered with white tablecloths; and asked, “So, what are you doing this summer?” The emcee, fumbling his thumbs nervously, called the names of local icons. Icons whose resumes were read and applauded, though everyone already knew them. A long and tedious procedure that set the tone that yes, this is just another McConnell Center event. But it was not. And while everyone knew this fact, one did not recognize it immediately. Rather, it sank in slowly, like squeezing honey out of a Waffle House bottle. Praise, name, and recognition; one after the other. And after enough names one’s mind began to wander, to remember the year before – to remember what was to come. All ten of them walk on to the stage, one at a time, and yet...
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