LOOKING BACK NOW, I sometimes think of what I missed out on, or did not do or experience, during freshman year. But at the time I did not think of it as “missing.” What I thought about was “waste.” I was wasting time; I was wasting a Yale education. I was wasting money. I was wasting hours, days, years. I was wasting youth, health. I was wasting food by consuming more calories than I needed to function and wasting my body’s own energy on digestion. Waste was not honorable! It was my moral obligation to move beyond this.
