Syracuse basketball roadtrip chronicles: Georgetown

I gotta come clean here. For the first time in my life, I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore.

Not that I don’t think I can do this well or no longer believe in my judgement or ability to write. I mean I don’t really know where any of this is going, which is partly refreshing and partly horrifying but I wouldn’t say it’s equal.

The first part of a person’s life is straightforward. That doesn’t mean it’s simple, but it is clear. When you’re young you’re taught to do well in school, work hard in your job and in your extracurricular activities, to be a good person and a good friend. When you do those things effectively, you reap the societal benefits. Of course, life happens at some points…