Le Provocateur

As I sit and watch the movie For Love of the Game, for the one-hundredth time in my life, I begin to think. The main character, Billy Chapel, played by star Kevin Costner, is a baseball pitcher for the Detroit Tigers and is faced with multiple tough decisions dealing with time and his future.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the spring semester of last year and I, of course, was procrastinating. I had just recently added Matty, my 30-something-year-old cousin, on Facebook and decided to take a gander at his pathetic amount of friends and pictures (practically nothing compared to my 1,000 plus friends and hundreds of candids displaying my weekend social life).

I get this really awful twitch in my neck sometimes. It happens when I'm trying to read my notes for Philosophy while on the treadmill, sitting in my Tuesday, Thursday classes right around the hour mark, and even comes when I receive a text from my mother about, well, anything.

"You were just smiling a minute ago," she said, a disheartened look spreading over her face. "It makes no difference. I will be fine," I lie. We walk together a little ways in silence, trudging up the Worcester hill to my car. I fake a smile as we pull off campus and head to our usual destination: Boston Donuts.

The linchpin for those who argue that science has made belief in God obsolete is seeing. When Judge John Jones III of Dover, Pa., handed down his judgement against Intelligent Design, he did so because science bases itself on "empirical, observable and ultimately testable data.

After the attacks on September 11, 2001 we invaded the nation of Afghanistan with a noble goal. It was a necessity to destroy Al-Qaeda bases in the country, and in the process overthrow the oppressive Taliban regime ruling the nation and harboring the terrorist organization.

It's cold outside. The wind howls against your window while you're in your bed under the covers watching the new episode of Gossip Girl. The snow starts to fall and you watch it as a thin layer covers the parking lot outside. "It's so cold," you mutter as you pull the blanket up to your neck.

Here it is, Class of 2010 - the point in our lives where the classes we take, the decisions we make and how impressive our résumés are determine the rest of our lives. Excuse me while I take a moment to avoid a major freak out. However, over these last few months, even years in college, I've realized that its the people in my life who I will remember over any night I spent studying for literature or writing a 15 page paper, especially the people who support me and love me for the person I am and the one I will ultimately become.

Alarm. Groan. Sleep button. Five minutes later-alarm again. Sleep button one more time. Another five minutes go by and this time with the alarm comes the realization that I actually have to get up and start my day. Reluctantly, I shower and make myself semi-presentable.