The Great Unknown Has Never Been Known

Before I fall in love with Californian sunlight, I fall in hate with the cold September wind blowing into the tree shades. I am in Emma’s sleeveless overall shivering into my university life. At Fort Mason, by the Pacific Ocean, we are holding a convocation unlike any other university. But, once again, when have we done anything like other universities?

It is the first time I saw my Minervans in its pack, in a giant circle, answering “what do you want to bring to this community?” I have so many tabs open in my brain at once: taking in (awe) the sight of “these…