If I had a penny for every time someone has told me that college is where one “finds oneself,” whatever that means, I’d have enough pennies to buy myself a Claire’s cake (maybe? Not sure about the math on this one). Throughout my past three and a half years at Yale, however, I’ve come to find that more often than not, college is about losing oneself instead. No, I’m not just talking about that one time freshman year when you got lost on your way to ADPhi or couldn’t find the pool at Payne Whitney as a second-semester senior (or was that just me?) I’m talking about the times you lost sight of your hopes and dreams.