I suppose that, as a college senior, I should have acquired enough wisdom by now to have maintained a successful academic career, a busy romantic life and an exciting social calendar.
But, in truth, I still wait until the night before tests to study, have trouble talking to members of the opposite sex without coming off as a complete idiot, and often spend my nights on Netflix watching â€œKeeping up with the Kardashians.â€ That disclaimer now enables me to pass on a fleeting rant to all incoming members of the Trinity University community without anyone getting the notion that I have any idea what Iâ€™m talking about. Because I have no clue. Iâ€™m petrified to one day enter a world without Club Lib gossip and free nachos.
However, Iâ€™ve come to realize that this tragic loss of my youth adds to my coming-of-age tale and will shape my future self.
Once we leave the safety of this campus, weâ€™ll have to face the fact that weâ€™ll be fired instead of flunked, given public intoxication tickets instead of alcohol violations and will see friends briefly over the years instead of around the weekly Trinitones concert. But please donâ€™t fret. Thereâ€™s some good to be found under this stark realization that itâ€™s time to grow up.
What is the core of this â€œgood,â€you may ask? This isnâ€™t high school. While this statement may sadden those of you who flourished in that institution of yester-year, itâ€™s actually a wonderful thing.
No one will know you your first day of school. No one will expect anything of you (except for your professors, your parents, and me — my expectations being the most important) and there wonâ€™t be any queen bees controlling your cafeteria table or social life — except for the Student Programming Board. Capitalize on this opportunity. Be who you want to be. Strive to be differentâ€¦ or donâ€™t change at all (#lazy). The choice is yours. And thatâ€™s pretty cool.
As for any advice to pass on, I have very little. Read your emails from LeeRoy, wear a swimsuit on the night of your birthday, donâ€™t sit in the front row if you intend to use Facebook in class (you will die) and donâ€™t be dumb. I feel like this last one sounds easy but is actually quite hard. I donâ€™t mean dumb in the academic sense, as I am definitely not one to lecture on being academically shrewd (I withdrew from Business Stats), but rather in the intuitive sense.
Donâ€™t skip 40 classes in a course that requires attendance. Donâ€™t go out and get wasted the night before your midterm, unless you can do that successfully, in which case â€” more power to you. And donâ€™t think that just because youâ€™re young and in a setting from the movie â€œAnimal Houseâ€ that your actions wonâ€™t have consequences. Iâ€™ll leave the details of that statement to the ladies at Health Services and to my account advisor at Wells Fargo, who makes monthly inquiries about my expenditures at Bombayâ€™s Bicycle Club. Most of you are old enough to be tried as adults now, so start thinking like one.
I apologize for being so sassy, as I know that many of you are looking for any final words of encouragement.
This is all Iâ€™ve got: The training wheels are off. Donâ€™t stop pedaling or youâ€™ll probably fall off this ride and get a scraped knee. Iâ€™ll see you around the campus (donâ€™t make eye contact on Friday mornings) and will be watching (especially on Facebook). Godspeed.
Gabrielle Shayeb is a senior history major.