By Donnie Harris ‘23, American College Fellow

Last night, I stood on the side of Goripalayam Road, idling, like a toad on the banks of a river, futilely waiting for the tide to ease. As I crept forward--first a toe, then the whole foot, then a leg-- the traffic whipped up dust and wind, unfaltering in the face of another obstacle entering the scene. I relish moments like this.

By Donnie Harris ‘23, American College Fellow

I won’t sugarcoat it; the prospect of post-college life used to loom overhead like a buzzard ominously circling a small breed of terrier. As the end of my senior year of college crept over the horizon, each passing day faded away in the face of what was to come: full-fledged adulthood—with its bills, income taxes, monthly budgets, trips to Ikea (or Facebook Marketplace), and (if I was lucky enough to find friends in some far away city) happy hours.