There are roughly one hundred two days until I turn eighteen and become – at least legally – an adult. I’m not sure if it’s due to this imminent adulthood or because my conscience is maturing, but I’ve felt a constant pressure of moral obligation the past few weeks. Whether saving money to lend to third-world businesses through Kiva.org or looking into tutoring for my school’s chapter of Mu Alpha Theta, I suddenly feel as if I have a duty to give something back to the world and to my community.
Lately, this sense of obligation has led me to sign up (or, at this moment in time, officially decide to sign up) for a blood drive run through my school. While I’m not petrified of needles, I can’t say I find them pleasant, but something tugged at my conscience long enough and hard enough that I was driven to donate blood. Something about the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few… or the one. (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, for the record.) I’m a young, perfectly healthy human being, and losing one pint of blood to save lives isn’t going to cause me any traumatizing bodily harm. While I teetered back and forth while making my decision, the argument was unchanging: Why wouldn’t I?
The blood drive is in February, which means I still have quite a bit of time to sit around and panic about a needle being forced into my skin, but, right now, donating blood seems like one of the most obvious choices I’ve made in quite some time. I’m beginning to realize that I am an astonishingly privileged human being. I have my health, an education, access to basic facilities, and a bright, malleable future waiting for me. For the first time I’m realizing that there isn’t a reason I shouldn’t try to make a difference in the world around me. It isn’t a matter of being merely charitable, keeping up a polished public image, collecting tax returns, or whatever reason others give for donating time, blood, or money: It’s a moral obligation. As a human being, I have a responsibility to make the world as wonderful as I possibly can.
Call this a sign of maturity if you like, but I like to think of it as another step toward the person I want to see myself become. While it would be great to look in the mirror twenty years from now and see a happily married, successful woman without wrinkles around her eyes, I’ve learned that the most well-kept appearances can conceal the most hideous hearts. I would rather see a woman who knows she has as grand a heart inside as the face she shows to the world. As put so well in A Beautiful Mind, “Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.”
2012 will mark the year I stop being solely confined to myself and the trials and tribulations of my life alone. I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. After all, I’ve finally realized that my conscience won’t let me sleep if I try otherwise.
Jan 18th by Alexis






f high school, I was able to create an account and begin assembling my list of prospective universities.












