Student, ex-purveyor of religious dogma, government bureaucrat, and one-time model (whose bright visage once shone down upon the faces of US Interstate 80 motorists), I am seeking: truth, peace, perspective, and the highest marginal utility for the next three hours would all be quite swell.
After four years of rather time consuming reading, writing, and pleasantly shocking experience, Richard Levin announced the Yale is not about finding true meaning and walking the path to eudaimonia after all. Surprise! How relieving?
As a result, now buffeted like Aeneas, I am left to wander (proverbially, and very often physically) in search of truth, beauty, and things to eat. I am leaving all coping options on the table -- including self-pity and whining on the internet.
From September, I will attempt to learn enough social science to compensate for prior life choices (e.g. completing the major in Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry). Maybe a flesh dose of clarity will knock out of somewhere, or I will discover that "setting" is simply the preferred locution for "discovering and engaging one's perceived hopes and dreams" amongst the more skeptical and/or realistic.