THE CLOSING OF the spring semester signals the end of many college careers. But not for me.
Iâ€™ll be back for one last hurrah in the fall, with some knowledge as to how the world works. I know not to miss so many classes in a row that my psychology professor thinks Iâ€™ve dropped the class. I know to never try to buy lunch in the USU between the hours of 11:30 a.m. and 2 p.m.
I also know I still have a lot to learn.
I suppose Iâ€™ve picked up a few vital pieces of knowledge along the way â€” things you should know (never, ever have a party where posting flyers is involved), things youâ€™ll learn eventually (avoid ordering any drink that is blue) and things not even worth explaining because youâ€™re bound to do them time and time again (this thing usually varies from person to person).
I donâ€™t want to feign being some wise-beyond-my-years college student. I still have one more semester to go before I graduate, so I suppose any words of wisdom are just a work in progress.
But I have learned to listen closely in class for things you wonâ€™t be tested on midterms and finals.
Iâ€™ve learned to keep my ears open for those rare gems of information you canâ€™t find in textbooks â€” the moments when professors step outside of their PowerPoints and share parts of their lives, the moments when class time truly deserves to be called a lecture.
Although some professors have sounded like my parents at times, they were right about a few things.
Which I suppose by default means that my parents were right, too.
A journalism professor whoâ€™s been around a long time â€” but by no means is â€œoldâ€? â€” once told me, â€œYou will find that things will fall into place.â€?
(If, by â€œfall into place,â€? you mean â€œkeep you awake every night wondering if you made the right decision,â€? then yes, youâ€™re absolutely right, Professor Tucker.)
But some things you can never learn in a classroom or from profs. Like knowing when to walk away from someone you love.
I learned not to stay with someone who has bigger dreams for himself than for anything else. After all, itâ€™s tough getting anywhere meaningful with someone on the back of a motorcycle.
I knew when he asked me why I was breaking up to say, â€œIf you love someone, set them free.â€?
And Iâ€™ve learned not to let him put a GPS tracking system on me as I walked out the door â€” a.k.a. add him as a friend on MySpace.
All the while, Iâ€™ve learned to be respectful of former significant others. And because of this, I know that itâ€™s best not to write a column titled, â€œEverything I Learned Not to Do in Life I Learned from My Ex-Boyfriend.â€? Thatâ€™s just mean-spirited and screams bad karma.
In any case, itâ€™s not entirely accurate to say that. I already knew not to engage in silly antics.
I donâ€™t know what next week, month or semester has in store for me. No one ever knows.
The only sure-fire thing I know is that, well, thereâ€™s still more to know.
And I hope that things really will fall into place.