Graduate full of non-academic pride
Now that I’ve finally finished my fourth
year at Western, I have to admit: I’m filled with pride.
As much as I’ll be happy to receive my diploma in a
few weeks, my pride comes not only from my academic accomplishments
but also from a short list of things that I did not do. Below
are my highlights:
I never visited the Ridout. Not once. I consider this feat
particularly impressive since I’m a local boy. Believe
me, the draw was certainly there in first year: free-flowing
booze, scantily-clad girls and a good possibility of bar fights.
Though it’s now defunct, I still hold my head high when
people talk about the Ridout and I tell them I never went.
I never had to run on campus. I’m not talking about
athletics or when I worked at Sport Western last summer. No
matter how late I was or how badly I had to make it to the
restroom, I never ran. I always felt like people running looked
a little desperate and sad. I could be wrong, but the fact
that most people walk calmly across the campus tells me I’m
I never made lewd comments to a female passerby. I’m
not a loudmouth pig, after all — I just thought lewd
I never begged or cried for marks. I’ve known both males
and females that have tried to increase their grades through
emotional means. Like most students, I handed a few things
in late and had the occasional extension, but I never turned
on the waterworks in a last ditch effort. I never got my parents
involved in a grade dispute, either.
I never had a walk of shame from Saugeen. Technically not.
The girl drove me home afterwards.
I never fell on the stairs in the UCC. You’d be surprised
how many times I’ve had to dodge a body on my way to
the Gazette office.
With convocation just around the corner, it’s important
that those leaving Western take stock of what the last four
years have meant to them. It’s likely that for many of
us, just as the adage goes, the most important learning took
place outside the classroom.