The candygram tradition at my school is beloved by many and raises money for the Senate every year. However, it produces an enormous amount of waste. Each candygram comes with a plastic bag, five or so pieces of individually wrapped candies, and a note printed on paper. Every year, the school is littered with notes, wrappers, and plastic bags by the end of Valentine’s Day. Not to mention, wilted and forgotten roses.
Looking around me, I knew my experience had gone far beyond academics. These were my people, their faces cast with darkness and firelight. On one hand, we all shared the same passions and interests. On the other, each individual was incredibly knowledgeable in a specific field that was important to them. They had fears but not cynicism; they were realistic but not hopeless. They were confident that we were the generation that was going to change the world, and when that type of energy is present, it’s easy to believe that we are.
Our generation is the one that will be feeling the most adverse effects of climate change, and unlike so many others, we won’t stand for anything less than change.