As I'm a freshman at Columbia, it’s become my duty to lend a perspective to Spectrum that is at once naïve and cynical—think Horatio Alger on six cups of coffee a day. Having spent the last two years in a sad and desolate corner of Wales, it’s high time that I adjust to city life and move beyond the drizzle and the sheep. The pubs won’t be the same and neither will at least one meaning of the word “rubber,” but there’s the slightest chance that some of what I learned there just might translate.
