It’s 9:30 a.m. I’m on the 1 train, halfway through my commute to Morningside Heights, when two guys carrying acoustic guitars board my subway car. “Shit,” I mutter. Before the doors even close, they begin playing, their voices mashing horribly with the shrieks of train wheels over metal tracks. A few months ago, at the start of my time at Columbia, these kinds of scenes were novel entertainment to me—one of many charming oddities that made New York City a fascinating place....
Do you ever feel like a stranger, even among people you know? I certainly do. In fact, I feel this way all the time—even here at Columbia, where I am surrounded by peers and people I like. The company helps, but loneliness doesn’t always stem from social isolation. Sometimes, it comes from within—from a sense that there are parts of ourselves that we cannot share, no matter what....
I have a confession: I still don’t recognize some of the famous names etched on the façade of Butler Library. Demosthenes… He was Greek, I assume? Also, I didn’t actually memorize the spelling of “Wednesday” until my mid-20s—my spelling just sucks all around. And I’ve never really understood what a semicolon does....
Columnist Johnathan Fuentes responds to a 1988 Spectator column by Supreme Court nominee Neil Gorsuch, CC ’88.