Ditch Doc

I’ve decided that the difference between someone who goes to pre-med straight out of highschool and someone who tries to get into med school via that anonymous college is something like the difference between two men wishing to travel from Kinshasa to Paris, one of whom takes out his Capital One card, orders e-tickets and heads for the airport, while the other looks at the sun to find North, grabs his machete and his bugspray, and strikes out into the jungle.

Dominic Collucci: “You know, why are we always talking about ‘the highest things’? I’m tired of philosophy. I’m gonna be a mysosophist. No wait… a gymnomysosophist!” [Translation: naked hater of wisdom]

I’m putting up this post because I think it’s an excellent summary of the spirit of that anonymous college we all love. I’m a little dicy on the individual application, but no one with a closer connection with the school has come up with a better statement of the general sentiment.

Dima: No, no, Ditch know about all stuff… Music, religion, cars…

One of the truest statements I have ever heard came from Mike Mathie, on the way back from one of those blessed nights at the Pit with Jeanne, Boomer, and Bernadette. We had just capped the night by singing our lungs out to whatever Ferrier hymns we could patch together from our memories, and at four o’clock, we were the last stragglers returning down the short stretch of silent highway to a very sleepy campus. Almost everyone would have been in bed at least two hours ago, and RD shouldn’t wake up for another hour, so we talked easily in the dark. As the lamp post at the gate came into sight, we squinted painfully and there was a pause in the conversation, into which Mike sagely posited:

“It’s at this time of night that you have personal animosity toward light sources.”