“The Last Pale Light in the East”
June 3, 2016
Sitting in Saint Joseph’s a few weeks ago, I could not but help suffer from several conflicting emotions. There was pride, of course, for my friends that were left at Chatfield when I graduated and were now celebrating their own graduation. There was also a sense of longing, a call back, perhaps, to my own time at Chatfield, when times were simpler and education less about publication and more about the joy of learning. Above all else, however, a sense of sadness came over me, as I realized just how busy my life had become, and how I was going to have to make certain sacrifices in order to continue my professional pursuits.
It’s been a busy year. Between short stories, polemic essays, a full-length history book, a novel, and several poems, I have sent more work to press than I care to forget. On top of that, I’ve taken up the study of two languages (French and Hindi) all while learning several others (Latin, Greek, Dutch, and German, just to name a few) in the course of my transcription work. I’ve taken nine Ivy League courses, and have done well enough to not only earn a trip to study for the summer at Kings College in London, but also for the University of Pennsylvania to allow me to submatriculate. If all goes to plan, I will leave Penn with not only a Bachelor’s degree, but also a Master’s degree, when I depart a year from now.
Unfortunately, in order to do this, I have to make some sacrifices. My contributions to this blog is one of those sacrifices. Don’t get me wrong, I love blogging for Chatfield. When I started this wacky academic journey of mine two years ago, I could not have begun to envision the success I would have, and it all started at Chatfield. The bucolic campus of Saint Martin offered me a quite refuge in which to pursue my academic glory, and, without that jumping off point, I’m not sure that I would be where I am today.
My studies, and my work, however, are demanding. They require the full of my focus and attention, and I fear that, in giving that to them, I will deprive this blog of the attention and effort it deserves. Besides, I have full faith and confidence that others in the Chatfield community will be able to provide this forum with the attention and effort that it deserves.
However, that is not to say that I am forgetting about my fellow students. Far from it, in fact. I would love to see my fellow alums move on to the schools of their dreams, whether that be in the Ivy League (Penn) or in the Big Ten (Penn State), or any school in between. In this spirit, I have made a Google Form, that anyone can feel free to fill out with their contact information. Feel free to reach out to me, and I will help you in any way that I can! (The form can be found HERE.)
Reach for the stars, comrades. You’re a graduate from the finest private two-year institution that Ohio has to offer. TO CHATFIELD!
- Martin Smith
Chatfield Class of 2015