What is senior year for, if not reminiscing? As I wrap up my undergraduate career, I can recognize I’ve learned a lot. From how to properly party to how to properly study, these four years have taught me invaluable lessons. Lucky for you, I’m not selfish! I present to you five things I’ve learned at UBC.
It’s damp out here
It’s going to rain. You’re going to be caught without an umbrella. The only question to ask is, “How long do you have to sit in your soaking wet clothes before you can change?” Unfortunately for me, there were some three-hour lectures that definitely saw me at my wettest. The good thing, however, is that’s plenty of time to dry before you have to step out in the rain again!
(The other good thing is that the “wet look” is trending right now, so rocking damp denim is super cool and not at all a torturous and evil punishment I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemies.)
You can get from one end of campus to the other in ten minutes
Back in first year, I found it quite daunting to have class in the Anthropology and Sociology building immediately followed by another class all the way over in the Forestry building. Often, I thought I’d have to leave my class early or BMX bike or develop the ability to teleport over there, but as I’ve learned the ins and outs of campus, I’ve realized UBC is actually quite gracious for giving us those 10 minutes. So kind of them. So generous. I am so thankful. Really.
But also, sometimes, you will not get there on time
I’m not gonna lie, I just lied. That second piece of wisdom is definitely an exaggeration. For most classes, you'll be fine! For others, you’re fresh out of luck. There’s just no way you’re going to make it. Get used to finding a seat while everyone is staring at you to get out of the way. Sorry, it’s inevitable.
Going to Wreck Beach will never be worth the walk back
I don’t care how pretty the beach is or how amazing the parties are — the walk up those stairs will never be worth it. Unless you love walking up stairs — who actually does? — don't ever think you won’t end up huffing and puffing, stopping at some point during that cruel walk back to question all the life choices that led you there.
Dining hall rats are your friends
Okay, fine. This one may be a coping mechanism, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be true. Remy the rat and all his friends are just there to help the chefs. That’s the story we’re going with. DO NOT CHANGE THE STORY.
In conclusion, I came here as a kid, but I leave a much smarter and wiser woman. To any incoming UBC students reading this — good luck! You’ll need it.
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