My college experience has steadily transformed me from the mundane freshman sitting in his dorm watching ‘Scrubs’ reruns to a self-fulfilling senior who doesn’t go to sleep until 3:30 in the morning.

I can’t believe that within the next week, I will be a Binghamton University alumnus. It seems like just yesterday I was using the BUSI system, walking from Digman Hall to the Lecture Hall for my 8:30 and partying it up at Club V.

I will truly miss this college I’ve learned to call my home.

If I had to give a word of advice to anyone reading this column, it would be to get involved. Get involved with anything. Start a croquet club, join the Zombie Nation, write for the Binghamton Review ‘ anything that can keep you away from the dorms and keep you active. There are things other than just your academics to look forward to. Because I got involved, I’ve made friends and had some of the best memories. The best part is, you will never be bored, and that is something, especially coming from a BU student.

However, one thing that I won’t miss at BU are the pre-med classes. Aside from organic chemistry, every single pre-med class was painful to sit through. I had some professors and TAs who just couldn’t seem to grasp the English language. I don’t care if you are the world’s most brilliant physicist, but if I spend more time deciphering what you are trying to say rather than learning the actual material, there is a problem. The classes are disorganized and what is taught in class is not what is tested.

Then there is the outdated machinery and lab equipment we have to work with. Seriously, I think everything in Science II was made in the 1970s. Isn’t this the ‘premier public university of the Northeast?’ Then why are we still using programs that literally run on MS-DOS, and computers made in the 1990s? The school should take on the job of bettering the science departments, so that the students can actually learn something.

BU has other flaws, too. It lacks sunshine, parking spaces, a campus bar, a men’s basketball team and the list goes on. I realized, however, that if I were to nitpick everything that’s wrong at BU, I would leave the University a very bitter man. And I’m far from bitter.

These last four years have not gone without highlights. Whether it was screaming and yelling on campus at 2 in the morning with hundreds of students when Barack Obama was elected president, enjoying a 14-inch snow storm on a blacked-out campus or storming the Events Center court when Binghamton won the America East basketball finals, it was these experiences and many more that made my time at BU worthwhile.

And while I will not miss the musty lab rooms or the leaky Pipe Dream office, I will indeed miss the people who made my experience at Binghamton so meaningful. Graduating from BU, I will take with me the best of times and use those experiences to better myself.

In the words of Lil Wayne: ‘Don’t ask me what’s wrong, ask me what’s right and I’ma tell you what’s life.’