Remarks from the Editor:
It's been busy this year, hasn't it? Time hasn't exactly passed like it was supposed to: some things--movie nights, Honors Council, Fall Break--have passed before I could even really blink, while others--namely my geology exams--have seemed to very nearly stop time.
I've never been very good with time. My mom likes to talk about my youth, when I would look at an analog clock helplessly and tell her that it was 7:15 when it was actually 3:35 (and doesn't it make more sense for the longer hand to be worth the longer period of time? It's bigger. It should travel slower). The bane of my existence was the clock in the front hall that had just four marks on it, one for each of the cardinal directions. I'm still not sure how people can read clocks without numbers; it takes more talent and intelligence than I have.
But since the semester has gone by so quickly, and since I still have to do some studying at the time that I write this, I will attempt to bring my ruminations on time to some kind of point.
It seems to me that I don't take proper advantage of my time often enough. Sure, there's something to be said for having fun and loafing off--but at a point in my life where time has become some sort of fluid entity in its own right, saying, "Hey, wake up and pay attention to me," shouldn't I? Shouldn't I yell "Carpe Diem!" and figure out what on earth I'm going to do after I graduate, or if I want to go to grad school? Shouldn't I figure out a general direction for my life, if just so that I can give my parents an answer when my mom starts up that daily conversation over winter break ("Have you talked to____? Why not? What do you mean you've been busy? You couldn't take five minutes?")? Shouldn't I figure out who I'm going to work up the courage to ask to the Honors formal in February?
I'm thinking yes.
- Brinn Cronin
Editor