When I was a toddler, flashing lights would always catch my attention. For entertainment, my parents would watch films with settings in populous cities, but I only had eyes for New York. As a four-year-old donning an atrocious bowl cut, I knew that my heart belonged to the Big Apple.
As I visited campus for the first time last summer, I was struck by the beauty and enormity of it all. It was the Butler Library that did it—the Butler Library, with its ornamental chandeliers and floor to ceiling glass windows. The endless bookshelves and lighted desks. One of the twenty-one houses of books at Columbia.
Columbia feels like the Renaissance. 32,000 scholars striving to understand the world, to enlighten themselves. That’s what I will do here.
As I visited campus for the first time last summer, I was struck by the beauty and enormity of it all. It was the Butler Library that did it—the Butler Library, with its ornamental chandeliers and floor to ceiling glass windows. The endless bookshelves and lighted desks. One of the twenty-one houses of books at Columbia.
Columbia feels like the Renaissance. 32,000 scholars striving to understand the world, to enlighten themselves. That’s what I will do here.