Besides the day when I heard the first airstrikes hit Iraq in 2003 (the year I graduated high school) — one of the rare moments I really felt like I was really living through a historical catastrophe occurred during the spring of 2008. Oil had passed $100 dollars a barrel for the first time. I was a senior who for good reason thought poorly of worldly interminglings: my time was spread between an eye-opening ‘chemical and biological weapons & arms control’ course and an optimistically named course: ‘The philosophy and ethics of globalization.’
Amazing, thought I, that my class will forever be known as the class that graduated when oil passed $100/ barrel. For a brief moment in March, just a few days before my birthday, the first trade at 100 was made. By graduation day in May, a barrel hit $135. I’m not proud to belong to the High School class of Iraq’s bombarama, nor the ‘burn it till it hurts’ class of ’08.
(I wrote the previous two paragraphs back in March of 08. Since today is my birthday I figured it’s time to let it out!)