I spent my college years oscillating between philosophy and art, first struggling through a dull Descartesâcentric course that left me craving deeper insight into Ĺ˝iĹžekâs ideas and the distinction between Ayn Randâs philosophy and politics, then finding creative fulfillment in an art class where I learned practical techniques like layering paint to avoid bleeding under tape; meanwhile my teacherâs informal styleâcalling me âpigâ behind my back yet later teaching me projector tricksâillustrated how professors can both insult and inspire. After making the deanâs list, I ventured into Michiganâs Nordhouse Wilderness with a group of friends, where I met a traveling philosopher who shared his own adventures on a bicycle, and together we reflected on human complexity, selfâcare, and the joy of learning, concluding that our lives are not about perfection but about growth and becoming great beings.






















