So, this weekend I attended Cornell reunion with my family. Here are the key lessons:
1) Science is continuing to accelerate, despite political pushback.
2) College students are wily, especially the girls. Do not underestimate them.
3) I need a new phone yesterday.
Let’s start from the beginning, and work our way down, shall we?
1) Science is continuing to accelerate, despite political pushback.
Sometimes I wonder whether fields like veterinary science get too much prestige for the amount of actual groundbreaking work they do. And then they bring in a pair of puppies to the donor gala I was attending; the first puppies ever to have been created via in vitro fertilization. They seemed just like any other dogs, to the point that I felt compelled to double check my own pictures against those in the scientific journals just to be sure I wasn’t being duped.
This is, naturally, a huge step for veterinary science, but also a significant step for medicine in general. Humans and dogs share a lot of genetic code, including many genetic diseases, and being able to clone and genetically modify puppies, aside from producing absolutely adorable results, will yield valuable information on treatments for humans. Additionally, as one who had played the fundraising game, I must say, kudos. Bringing puppies who are both adorable and a product of a major scientific breakthrough is rather brilliant.
I was a little unsure about how different things would be this year, given the open hostility between the presidential administration and academia. It feels as though last June was a lifetime ago, and that since then the world has only gone downhill. And so seeing a good showing of support for the sciences was a great boost to morale. Seeing large attendance and participation at space sciences open house, and massive lines for lectures by Bill Nye is, I firmly believe, a good sign for the cause of humanity.
Given my health situation, I put a lot of my hope for a better future, and indeed, having a future at all, in continued scientific advancement. As I noted in my last post, most of this progress is out of my hands, and relies on large, systemwide cooperation. Having these systemwide mechanisms under threat, therefore, as they have been within the past six months, is not only threatening to humanity’s future overall, but to my personal existence. Having public reaffirmation of the value of science and rational thought, therefore, is very reassuring.
2) College students are wily, especially the girls. Do not underestimate them.
Okay, so I already knew this. Still, I was reminded to be on my guard. Allow my to recount a story:
T’was the last night of reunion, and there I was, sitting against the base of the statue of A.D. White, getting my bearings as I treated my low blood sugar, my brother sitting beside me. In such a state, I could conceivably be mistaken as slightly intoxicated, especially given that the tents which were giving out free alcohol to those who had reunion badges. The dance music and shouts from the tents was audible, and the sense of celebratory gluttony was palpable. Between me and the tents was a checkpoint, with security guards inspecting badges.
Theoretically, such badges were only given to alumni who had paid full registration price, and who had already proven they were of drinking age. As it were, both my brother and I had been given adult badges despite being underage, owing to the fact that our registration desk had run out of youth badges. Because the badges were supposed to work as ID throughout campus, and because both my brother and I were now shaving, it seemed to me quite likely that if we were to with confidence and self assurance, stride up to the checkpoint for admission, that we would be allowed in.
From the darkness into our midst came two figures, one in the lead a short blonde lady who could have been anywhere between eighteen and twenty five to look at her, with a taller, scruffy gentleman in tow. Both were dressed up in the usual style of young people out for a night of entertainment and diversion. The lady approached with the air of an old friend, though I don’t believe I had ever seen her before, coming just close enough to make it clear that she was addressing us, without coming so close as to put herself within immediate striking distance.
She smiled and leaned forward in a maneuver that amplified the visual effect of her deep neckline, and for a moment I was moved to wonder if I was wearing or else doing something that might be construed as suggesting that I was looking to solicit romantic overtures.
“Hey guys,” she crooned in a tone that made me wonder if she was about to begin twirling her hair, just to complete the picture.
I don’t remember whether my brother or I actually responded with words, or whether the mere reaction of our expressions caused her to deduce that she had captured our expression. Regardless, she immediately continued with her proposition.
“Could you lend us your badges so we could use them to get in?”
Again, I don’t consciously remember either me or my brother saying anything. She continued in the same coquettish voice that made me question whether her tone was meant to be a parody; a détournement of the stereotype of the young blonde.
“We’ll throw them back over the fence after we’re through, so you can follow after us.”
The pieces began to come together as my brain overcame its momentary surprise and the lingering effects of low blood sugar. I glanced at the checkpoint, and the plastic mesh fence, reinforced by occasional metal posts, and lined with rope lights to prevent drunken collisions, that ran the perimeter of the quad. It was a decent plan in theory, though I couldn’t see any part of the fence that was obviously obscured from the view of the guards. There was also the matter of subversion, and aiding what was most likely underage drinking. Though I have become accustomed to the fact that many people, especially youth, will inevitably seek to indulge in reckless behavior against medical and legal recommendations, actively enabling such self destruction is another matter entirely.
While I could not participate in such acts, I did give consideration to attempting to stall out the conversation; demanding lengthy assurances and ridiculous payments for my cooperation which would never come; the endgame being that if I could stall for long enough, they would waste time they might otherwise spend committing fraud and alcohol abuse, and perhaps, if I was effective enough, grow frustrated enough to give up on their plan entirely.
“We can get them back to you.” The gentleman standing further behind her stammered in assurance. “Are you leaving right after this?”
I assessed my position: They most likely assumed that my hypoglycemia-induced pallor was due to drunkenness, which would work in my favor. I could be crass, unreasonable, and incoherent without tipping my hand. The gentleman seemed to be unsure and hesitant, which I could use. If the lady was attempting to persuade us by employing stereotypical feminine charms, and appearing unreasonably affectionate and extroverted, I could likewise act cordial and complaisant to a fault. With a lifetime of experience in public speaking and soliciting donations, I was reasonably confident in my ability to filibuster. Any physical confrontation which my words might lead to would be quickly ended by the security at the nearby checkpoint.
Alas, I did not get to execute my plan, as before I could speak, my brother, ever the Boy Scout, answered that we were both underage, and couldn’t get in ourselves. The second point may or may not have been strictly true, as we did technically have adult badges, we never actually tried to get past the checkpoint, and in the entire time we sat near it, I never saw anyone turned back who had a badge, regardless of how old or young they looked. Still, it was enough for the two figures.
The lady’s coy smile evaporated in a second. “Oh. Well then, you’re no help.” She waved a hand dismissively and stalked off back into the darkness. The gentleman lingered for a moment longer, muttering something that sounded like “thanks anyways” scarcely loud enough to be heard above the noise of the music.
I find this story both intensely amusing, and a nice reminder that, despite insistence that new college students are lazy, unmotivated, and unable to execute schemes, there is still plenty of craftiness on modern campuses.
3) I need a new phone yesterday.
Shortly after this incident, I opted to check my phone, only to discover that it had spontaneously died. This, after being charged to ninety four percent a ,ere twenty minutes ago. For a device on which I routinely depend to make medical dosage calculations, look up nutritional information, and contact assistance during emergencies, this kind of failure is unacceptable. This isn’t the first time that such a thing has happened, though it is the first time it has happened outside of my house.
As such, I am in the market for a new phone. Or perhaps more accurately, given that I am about to embark on summer travels, I need a new phone in my hands as soon as possible. Given the usual timeframe for me to make major decisions, this means that in order to get my phone on time, I really need to have started on this process a couple of weeks ago, in order to have had my hands on the new phone yesterday, in order to have enough time to get contacts switched over, get used to the new phone, and so on.
Overall, Reunion was great fun as always, despite a few minor incidents. This year in particular, it was nice to spend a weekend in an environment surrounded by intelligent, cultured people in a setting where such traits are unambiguously valuable. And of course, having been taught the Cornell songs since I was newborn (my mother used Evening Song as a lullaby), the music is always fun.
