Jared Thomas Class of 2020 Despair is the sound of a heavy, clicking subway door, followed by a violent cackle of laughter from the other side of a glass pane that, for the first time in your life, you wish was just a few inches thinner. It’s watching smudged faces blur away into the long dark of a city you’ve never been with a phone rapidly approaching one percent in a three piece suit with a tie you can’t lose, slumping into a violently plastic subway seat and waiting in indignant vain for the next stop. Let me start by saying that I am not stranger to being lost. In fact, in some respects, I’d call it one of my strengths. Give me time to walk around, to wander, to lose myself and I will. I’d like to think it’s for some romantic reason, like that I love the architecture or that I get a little too steeped into the soul of the city, but that’s not the case. The truth is that my sense of direction is my father’s and my desire to explore is my mother’s and these tend to mix in ...
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