Whew! Boy, are we glad those first two weeks of classes are over. Man, are they tough! We’re sure you’re probably tired too, after taking the first test in a few of your classes, maybe handing in some papers, doing a presentation or two. And all that reading and intense lecturing — you must be close to an expert by now in several of your classes.

What? What do you mean you haven’t had a test yet? No papers either? And the professor spent the first couple of classes getting things set up, so you’re saying you haven’t really learned anything yet?

So how did you know whether you wanted to drop that class that seemed like it might be too useless, or too boring, or potential suicide for your GPA?

You didn’t know?! You had to guess?! Oh, great Caesar’s ghost, what absolute chaos!

Now try to think back, if you can, and see if you can remember a time when you had some basis for remaining in or dropping a class. Can’t remember? Well kids, we’ll help you out.

Back in the good ol’ days, students typically had multiple grades by the time the drop deadline rolled around, and were thus able to rationally examine their position in the class and determine their likelihood of doing well. In fact, it wasn’t unusual to have already taken a midterm before the deadline, giving you definitive knowledge of the highest grade you could possibly recieve (opposed to the Russian routlette we are now forced to play with our academic standing).

Students could shop around for their classes, going to a few different ones in the first few weeks of school before deciding on their schedule. Sure, you might have to play catch-up when you finally settled into a class, but it was our choice to make if we wanted to take on that task. (It’s calling being adults BU, and yes, once upon a time we were allowed to act as such.) A week or two of intense reading is a worthy sacrifice for knowing that you’ll be sitting in a class you’re interested in with a professor who doesn’t act as a sedative.

If you can remember life before the two-week drop deadline, you’re one of the last. The class of 2007 was the last to experience the freedom of a nine-week deadline (the two-week was implemented in the fall of 2004), and unfortunately, being but inexperienced freshmen back then, they probably didn’t know to appreciate it.

If you’re currently a senior (or a super senior), then you’ve probably been fighting for the past three years, along with Pipe Dream, for a longer drop deadline. This editorial might be a last hurrah for us, but we’re hoping it won’t be the last stand for the Bearcats of the future.

Even if you can’t remember life before the two-week drop deadline, take our word, it was a much nicer time. So for once, BU, shed your infinite layers of apathy and keep fighting for something worth our efforts — after all, we have nothing left to lose and up to seven more weeks of academic freedom to gain.