I?m about to finish my fourth year at the University. During my time here, I?ve studied politics, history, English, astronomy, taxonomy, gastronomy and physiognomy ? OK, the last one is just a fun word I picked up from Russian literature.
I?ve gotten a number of notices from the University lately, informing me that I am, in fact, dangerously close to graduating.
As I write this column, there?s a Beethoven piano trio playing all around me.
One thing you can say about this university is that we take our fitness seriously.
I?ll be the first to admit it: I have a serious addiction. I always have at least one pack with me.
We?re living in an age of limitless possibilities, or so they tell me.
Students from the University get to celebrate all sorts of holidays during winter break.
It is a time every University student absolutely dreads. We lie awake at night hoping and praying that it not come, but deep down we know it will.
I was strolling across Grounds the other day and experienced one of those perfect fall moments.
Most aspects of the fourth-year experience are enjoyable: being a leader in student organizations, taking small, high-level classes, weighing options for the future, writing a thesis ... well, maybe the thesis isn?t exactly a cakewalk, but I stand by the rest.
