It’s a big scary world out there, beyond Ithaca, New York. In little more than a year, me and the rest of the class of 2010 will be booted off East Hill by a smiling Skorton, with little more than a diploma and the instructions to go “do something good.”

For those of us with less than stellar grammar, “do something good” could be translated as “pick a profession within which we will excel, make lots of money and then buy an island in the Caribbean.” But for those of us who were awake in freshman seminar, we understand that “good” cannot refer to how we do something, but rather what kind of thing we do. So that island in the Caribbean may no longer apply, unless you plan on putting a homeless shelter or orphanage on it.