I first noticed the inscriptions during my sophomore fall, when I was on my way to what was to be a particularly uninspiring section for Ec 10. As I gazed out the window and absent-mindedly filled my notebook with supply and demand curves, I wondered whether it was part of former University President Charles W. Eliot’s (Class of 1853) plan when he thought of the inscriptions, that the gates would be locked at 7 P.M. every day, effectively hindering townies from growing in wisdom and freshmen from serving their country. I also wondered how much wisdom I had gained from the countless midterms and finals I took within those gates. It occurred to me that I might have an incomplete understanding of “wisdom.”