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Week of 6 June 2003· Vol. VI, No. 32
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Student speaker savors his BU
education, from antipasti to dolce

John Degory(CAS’03) Photo by Vernon Doucette

 

John Degory(CAS’03) Photo by Vernon Doucette

 

John Degory, a graduating senior from the College of Arts and Sciences, invoked his grandmother’s fine Italian cooking as the student speaker at BU’s 130th Commencement exercises. Comparing his BU education to a hearty Italian meal, he described the different courses of intellectual and spiritual nourishment he’s ingested over the past four years. Portions of his speech follow:

For the few of you here today who aren’t from New York or New Jersey, let me give you the personality of Italian boys in a nutshell: we are extremely animated, highly susceptible to guilt trips, and have demeanors that parallel our preference for pasta (al dente, “tender but firm”). This brings up another of our idiosyncrasies: we can eat. A lot. And growing up, there was only one place that fabricated culinary creations worthy of my consumption: the kitchen of my Noni.

I grew up eating Noni’s cooking, and you could tell. I was one plump little boy until I ventured to Boston for college. When I would speak with Noni on the phone, the one question I could always count on hearing was, “Gioan, what are they feeding you up there? They have sausage sandwiches?”

Well, missing Noni’s sausage didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would. Here I am at Commencement, 70 pounds lighter and finally ready to discuss what they’ve been feeding me for the past four years.

Italian language and culture are full of references to food and feasting. The word for food, cibo, means nourishment of various kinds — mental and spiritual as well as physical. Italians are fond of proverbs, and one of the most memorable goes like this: Scienza e luce, cibo, e medicina, “Knowledge is light, food, and medicine.”

Italian meals always begin with antipasti, a little taste of what’s to come. Anyone walking onto the BU campus as a freshman is immediately served an antipasto of humility. The students I saw were not only smart and involved, they were also, to my dismay, extremely good-looking. I really hated you all back then. Now I am eternally grateful. We’ve encouraged modesty in each other and have shown that learning comes not only from books and Nobel prize–winning professors, but also from late night conversations in Shelton Hall dorm rooms.

Now let’s move on to the primi. The primi course is usually a starch and is meant to satiate and give energy. The primo of an undergraduate education is developing the capacity to understand. While it, too, ultimately transcends books and lectures, it involves applying them in the real world. Picture yourself in a Muslim country during September 11. How would you feel? I can tell you how I was feeling as I walked through the dusty streets of Niamey, Niger, West Africa, listening to news updates on the radio. I was scared, but not for myself. While the thought of my being in a Muslim country frightened everyone at home, I was able to apply my education and understand the situation around me. At BU, we have been encouraged to understand things that are alien to us. For this, we should be grateful.

The meat in an Italian meal is the secondi course. It is never served before the primi. The meat of our undergraduate education has been the inclination to question authority, but it is important that this intellectual secondi followed our efforts to first understand. You cannot question something you know nothing about. The war in Iraq prompted a confusing argument between blind support and emotional opposition. In situations like this, it is our duty to question propaganda and ideologies. We cannot let our inexperience ever keep us from getting to the meat of a situation.

And now for my favorite part of the meal! Il dolce, the dessert. For me, the dolce of the past four years has been developing the ability to appreciate. Appreciate what? Just about everything that crosses my path: the ramblings of a brilliant professor, the wit of Jane Austen, the beauty of an African sunset, autumn on Bay State Road, four years of learning, and the people who made it happen. I therefore urge you to never, never take the sweet things in life for granted, no matter how small they seem.

Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe I’ve just taken you through the most expensive meal of my life. Fellow classmates, I hope you have savored every bite of your meal as I have mine. You’ll be digesting it for many years to come.

My Noni, who would have celebrated her 76th birthday this weekend, passed away last year while I was still abroad. This was the hardest period of my life. During this time, however, I was being fed the world by Boston University, the same way we all have been for the past four years. Somehow, I don’t think Noni minded my absence; the boy she used to fill with pasta was now a grown man thriving on flavorful intellectual curiosity.

So this may have been a very expensive meal, but it has also been the best tasting nourishment I could have asked for.

Congratulazioni a tutti and best of luck in all future meals. I wish you nothing but fervent insatiability.

       

6 June 2003
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