Paradox

RBH post party, originally uploaded by la_fleur.

I am repeatedly amazed by my classmates at Bowdoin. I can sit amid the bustling chaos of a party, the irrational exuberance (thanks Mr. Greenspan) of the typical college student overflowing, yet find myself digging through compatibilist free will less than 12 hours later in the same room. People here, especially the frisbee team, with whom I have the most first hand experience have the admirable quality of combining the greatest disregard for commonly accepted action with the most disciplined of work habits and remarkable abilities of knowledge. I know no other place where I will find contained in a single email the debauchery of the previous night, the proper form of citation for a translated book, and the correct useage of a hyphen in a sentence. "Dorks with an attitude" one could correctly observe. The idiosyncratic nature of Bowdoin and the Clown are certainly things I have grown to love, and will enjoy for a long time. I'll always know I can look forward to procrastinating by finding the etymology of the mullet and the tunes badgers march to while I study amidst the abandoned entropy of a post party Red Brick, a half full bottle of Jack at my feet and notes on Kant spread to my side.