SHE said: These are the times to remember…

As I look at all of the new freshmen this year I can’t help to think back to my freshman year and how I thought it would never end. Living in the Quad (oh wait, I didn’t, I was stuck in a far off place called Dolan), meeting new people, and drinking every night of the week were what I thought college was about.

I couldn’t wait to turn 21 and actually get to see the inside of the Grape (its nothing spectacular) and never have to worry if being from “New Jersey” would actually get me into a bar.

Now, with seven months left in my college career, time can’t seem to move slowly enough. Its odd to think that in just a few weeks, we will be celebrating our 200 Nights and college will soon be over. But let’s not forget to enjoy the time with our friends and make the most of every night.

Granted, classes seem to be getting in the way of the pure, unadulterated fun we are all dying to have, but there is no need to fail out of college with two semesters left of school.

Between grad school applications and job applications, the hours of the day seem to be slipping away faster than we could all possibly imagine, but don’t let applications take away from all the fun that is waiting in the wings. Relax. You still have time (the job market sucks anyways).

Some of us can’t wait to get out into the “real world” while others are content studying and taking tests for the rest of their lives. Graduation can’t come soon enough, but there is no need to rush these remaining few moments.

Seniors, enjoy every minute you have with friends and have no regrets. These are the last months to finish off the checklist you started freshman year.

If you haven’t hooked up with that special person you have been dreaming about for three years, get on it. Who knows, maybe this could be the reoccurring rendezvous both of you have been fantasizing about.

Be a champ- this is your last chance, be it a keg race, power hour, or case race. Of course you want stories to tell your grandkids about what an incredible time college was.

My advice, and not “one tear, left eye” advice, couldn’t be said better than by a famous movie we all grew up loving, “The Goonies”: “This is our time. It’s our time down here. Up there it’s their time. Its there time up there.” Until we get up there, we better do down here at Fairfield.