“Mickey,” knuckles whitening around my friend’s arm, “do not, under any circumstances, let me sign up for another—”
“HEY! Are you interested in *INSERT CLUB HERE*?”
“Oh my gosh, YES!” The surprise on Mickey’s face mirrors the horror I feel after hearing the words leave my mouth. Not a full second after my near declaration to stop signing up for every single club lining Mudd Field, I was now a proud member of nearly fifty clubs’ e-mailing lists.
Three weeks into my college career and I have yet to become disillusioned by the ocean of opportunities. Nonetheless, my lack of disillusionment does not mean that I have found a way to stay afloat amidst this ocean. A more accurate term to describe my experience would be standing on the beach and trying to block waves with a small stick. In other words, it’s hopeless. So rather than making the vain attempt to stop the mass inundation of potential activities, I chose to let the wave knock me down. Why not join every club? Disregarding the plethora of reasons that come to mind, I see no true objection. Furthermore, as a freshman majoring in undecided and determined to explore new passions, filling my evenings with unrelated activities may prove to be my lifeboat. Maybe.