Senior Wisdom: Nuriel Moghavem
Written by Bwog Staff
Senior Wisdom from the class of 2011 continues!
Name, school: Nuriel Moghavem, Columbia College
Claim to fame: Survived Several Serious near-death experiences with COÖP (hypothermia), CCSC (exhaustion), the 117th Varsity Show (liver cirrhosis), CIRCA (homicide) and the notorious John Jay 9 (all of the above)
Where are you going? I’ll be a surgeon one day. Until then, I’ll be busy applying to medical schools and (hopefully) writing a book.
Three things you learned at Columbia:
We have some really amazing inscriptions around campus that drop serious knowledge. These each have special meaning to me and are reflective of the great things I’ve learned here as a student and member of the communities I’ve involved myself with:
John Jay lounge: “Hold fast to the spirit of youth. Let years to come do what they may.”
Schermerhorn facade: “Speak to the Earth and it shall teach thee.”
Low Plaza: De super artificis spectant monumenta per annos (Trans: “The great works of an artist look down upon us throughout time.”)
“Back in my day…” Bwog’s articles were snarky, relevant and, occasionally, muck-raking. Not sure why it’s become a free-food-advertising/fluffy-animal-posting machine more recently, but our campus no longer has a publication that keeps administrators and student leaders on their toes.
Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer: I don’t tell them often enough, but I love my friends very much. I only hope I bring to their lives a fraction of the energy they bring to mine.
Is the War on Fun over? Who won? Any war stories? I’m really just waiting for the D-Day of the War on Fun. One night where every floor, every suite and every brownstone throws a huge party. Or we could go 1968, occupy the Butler reference room, and throw a COÖP-style rager-in. Who’s in?
Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? Cheese is delicious, but it can be lonely…
Advice for the class of 2015: Enjoy the constant ability you have in college to reinvent yourself.
Regrets? I had the fortune/misfortune of meeting some of my best friends in my senior year. If I could do it over again, I’d seek them all out at NSOP to have another three years with them.