Life of the Mined

By A Lump of Coal

Nov. 13, 2014

The hardest part of being both a first year at the University of Chicago and a sentient lump of coal would have to be adjusting to the workload.

With Hume, Sosc, Dinosaur Science, and High-Pressure Geophysics research on my plate, my schedule is really heating up. There’s enough pressure on me to turn me into a diamond!

But seriously though, the life of the mined is far from a picnic. I can’t tell you how much time I’ve spent in Harper reading Plato and Aristotle, laboring over my physics problem set, or even catching up on sleep.

The food here isn’t too good, either. I’ve overheard people comparing the fruit at Bartlett to coal, but let me tell you— I don’t taste that bad. Thank God for fourth meal, amirite?

Not everything is bad though. I’m making lots of friends in my house, and my roommate really rocks!

I’m also fairly active in RSOs. I am a member of the Coal-ition for Equitable Policing. I’m rushing Delta Kappa Epsilon, and boy, is that triangle getting harder and harder to wear.

My mom wants me to get a job Winter Quarter, but what does she know? She’s just a hunk of graphite.

Ultimately, although this school is extremely challenging, I am learning more than I ever have before. My thirst for knowledge has been fueled by the inquisitive culture that the University has fostered, ensuring that the flames of my passion will never die out.