On My Years at the University of Arizona

I figure the end of my senior year and the end of my blog assignment is as good a time as any to wrap up how I feel about the University of Arizona (unless of course I ever get into the U. of A. law program).

I have spent four year here. The fact that it feels like it flew by probably reflects positively my time. When I arrived here four years ago, I was a knee deep into a long distance relationship with my 19 year old “high school sweet heart,” discontent with my loss of religion and moral misguidance, happy about escaping the grips of California, sitting on the fence between nihilism and stoicism, and feeling overall useless. Since then I have resolved the issue of the high school sweet heart (in hindsight this is my favorite way to word that break up), found moral guidance my major (philosophy), distanced myself even further from California, and overcome any problematic stoic or nihilistic impulses. Unfortunately, I feel like I have, in one way or another, remained useless.

My time here has taught me how to do the work necessary to pass my classes while maintaining a job and taking care of myself. Congratulations to me: I’m not entirely dependent. However, I remember little of any content I was ever tested on, spent most of my time working at a market making burritos, and made friends through random chance encounters. In other words, I have not been in control of my college career.

In sum, my years at the U of A have felt rushed and unimportant. I’ll receive my diploma. Hopefully I’ll be pleasantly surprised on its usefulness, which will reflect on mine.