-I graduate college in about a month.  That is some seriously fucked up shit.  Although I’m pretty psyched for life after college, the past four years have been wild to say the least.  I can’t believe this is the last issue of Ruminations on College Life.  Well, let’s make it a good one...

-I don’t know why it never struck me before, but isn’t it strange how your room at home is frozen in time?  Walking into my old bedroom is like walking into 1996.  There are posters of Kathy Ireland and Patrick Ewing lining the walls, there’s a little tiny bed in the corner, and a phone with a bunch of people I never talk to anymore programmed in the memory.  Here’s a tip for pre-froshes out there: when your parents threaten to change your room into a study after you leave for college, take them up on the offer!

-My friend had an interesting experience with a professor last month.  He went to office hours to argue for more points on a paper he had just gotten back.  The professor skimmed the paper, mulled it over for a minute, and then said, “You know what?  This paper is actually worse than I first thought.  I’m going to lower your grade.”  And then he sent my friend on his way.  What a sucker.

-Another one of my friends was a little more creative.  He had an assignment to write a paper about pretty much anything.  One night he went out, got drunk, then came home and wrote a paper about getting drunk and writing a paper.  I think he got a D.