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EDITORIAL

Graduate full of non-academic pride

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David Lee

Managing Editor

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 not.

I never made lewd comments to a female passerby. I’m not a loudmouth pig, after all — I just thought lewd things instead.

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.

 

 

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