For the past three semesters I’ve had the pleasure of writing columns about whatever I want. Unfortunately, I managed to piss off the Housing Office, John Mayer fans, cheerleaders, dancers, Jessica Simpson lovers, food services, radio stations, people who hate books, people who love cell phones and probably several others who didn’t think it was worth their time to complain to me. So if anyone is left reading this, thanks for sticking with me.Since I graduate next Saturday I’ve been thinking about what words of wisdom to leave you with, but the truth is I don’t have many.
I thought about telling everyone my regrets, but it was pointed out to me that my past two columns centered around regret, so let’s not go there this week.
Then I thought I’d give advice, but all I can tell you is to skip classes when you need a personal day, don’t take GPAs too seriously and kiss as many people as you can. There, I said it all in one sentence, hardly enough for a column.
I guess the most appropriate thing would be for me to thank the university community for letting me call ’em like I see ’em, even when not too many people agree. Believe it or not I appreciated getting all the e-mails, even when it was to point out my mistakes. I do have to admit I was not fond of the 8 a.m. phone call from housing that one time, but I’m overlooking it.
So thanks for the three-semester run. If I could make it last any longer without having to pay tuition I’d do it. But I don’t have that kind of money or the patience to attend classes anymore, so I’ll have to take off the headphones, lock the Sound Booth door and throw away the key. But that doesn’t mean you can stop reading; check out Cindy Held’s column next semester – this girl has some crazy stories to tell.
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