Wittgenstein once said, “the limits of my language mean the limits of my world.” As I prefer my world to be limitless, I read the dictionary periodically. My dictionary reading habit was initiated by a Spelling Bee quest in Kindergarten through second grade. I read through the Merriam Webster for Kids with my mother several times, attempting to remember that “grammar” was not spelled “grammer,” and thus acquired a handle, albeit accented, over the English tongue. At the time, I...

“The Power of Ideas.” An idea itself saturated with thinkers and possibility. An institution of learning that explores that power, that “unsettles minds” rather that contouring them for a profession, reminds me of my debate class, of Godel, Escher, and Bach, and of the education I wish to receive. The University of Chicago first entered my life in a postcard depicting its crew team and asking just the question that made me think. I responded to the question, but was...