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To the Class of 2015: a list of minor and not-so-minor regrets I have that I hope you won't. (It's really not that bad, and you'll survive perfectly well even if you completely ignore this list.) Love, Christine.

In ÍøÆسԹÏ, I think professors are kinda like celebrities. And these are the ones I go goo-goo eyed over.

Getting in

What exactly should every ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï graduate know and be able to do by the time they walk up to the commencement stage? How do we know that she knows? And how do we make sure that her coursework allows her to actually learn it?

(To avoid thinking about more pressing matters. Like the work I have due tomorrow.)

Normally, Orientation is a crazy time, though no one agrees why. That said, this year feels different. These freshmen are just way too cool.

Upon return to campus after spring break, students receive a pleasant reminder for fall registration. "What? This soon? I'm still slaving through a disastrous spring semester, everything is about to start moving twice as quickly as before, how could I even THINK of next fall?" you think.

Personally, I was completely terrified of the concept of office hours my freshman year. The professors were amazing and awesome and being in the same room as them one-on-one just seemed like a god-given experience, something not worthy of a lowly freshman. So, baby steps.

Spring means life in the fast lane for faculty as well as students.