Claim to fame: Captain of the Men’s Swimming and Diving Team, that blonde guy in Notes and Keys, known to portray Jews in various CMTS productions, the bronze Alexander Hamilton statue in Vshow 113, responsible for your black out at the White Party (Sigma Nu ’08 edition), great in the SAAC, self-proclaimed “Mayor of The Heights”… Oh, and “the hair flip.”
Where are you going? I’ll actually be staying here in the city, diving head first into the whole audition scene. It’s scary, but since I was nine years old it’s all I’ve ever been able to imagine myself doing. I figure I owe it to myself to give it a shot. So that’s where I’ll be – just pursuing the dream. I never looked good behind a desk, anyway.
Three things you learned at Columbia:
- Deadlines are just suggestions.
- You learn a hell of a lot more from rejection than from success.
- Hair grows back.
Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer: I like to believe that people can surprise you, if you let them.
Any war stories from the War on Fun? Let’s just say it involved Central Park, speedos, “Haterade,” and an unfortunate run-in with a certain beloved Columbia Athletics administrator…
Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? Cheese. Yup.
Any advice for the Class of 2014? Don’t stress. It’s a waste of energy. At the end of the day, it all gets done. A smile and a healthy dose of perspective will take you a long way. If not, there’s nothing that a couple good friends and a Heights Happy Hour can’t fix.
Any regrets? I think after four years here, it’s hard not to wonder if you did it right. Do I have any regrets? Of course. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But you live and you learn, you know? You learn to live better, to love better… Maybe it all sounds cliche, but that’s one of the most valuable things this crazy place called Columbia has taught me. I could probably use this section as one giant “I’m Sorry,” but I just don’t think there’s enough space… Also, I probably didn’t call my mom enough.