I read this story a few days ago
This is the cruelest form of irony the universe can provide. A bright girl, a Yale graduate, who had an incredibly bright future, ready to start a job at The New Yorker, whose life it tragically cut short just when she's looking forward to the future the most.
It leaves me with a bit of a gloomy feeling inside. I reassurance that even the best, brightest and most hopeful of us aren't exempt from the tragedy of death.
That being said, I feel this girl, even in passing, can do some great things for the world.
"We're in this together, 2012. Let's make something happen to this world."
This doesn't have to extend to Yale's 2012 class. This can extend to every student, every teacher, every person in the world. This inspires me more than ever to "make something happen."