With finals week rapidly approaching, the shock that I only have one more semester left in my college career is finally beginning to hit me. In just a few short months, I will be leaving this beautiful weather and the friendly, courteous Binghamton University peers I encounter Downtown every weekend.

Looking back to my first day I arrived on campus to where I’m at now, I couldn’t help but ask myself if I had any regrets.

The answer I arrived at rather quickly was: “Absolutely.” I grew up and matured quite a bit from my high school days, but I did not accomplish all that I had hoped. Although we as students like to complain about Binghamton all the time, it does have plenty to offer its students, and I did not take advantage of this fact right away.

As a freshman, I came to Binghamton with the world at my feet. But signing up for my first semester courses proved difficult with such a variety, from Learn to Swim to Thermodynamics & Statistical Mechanics. Not only were a million different courses offered, but so were a large assortment of clubs and groups.

I made my workload quite easy for my first couple of years and decided nap time was too precious to give up to join any clubs.

Last year it finally sunk in that I actually had to do things, since ‘‘Best FIFA Player of All Time” does not look that great on a résumé. So I joined a club (that a girl I was sort of involved with created) that helped mentally handicapped people around the area. About two weeks later, things went to shit with the girl, as did my involvement in the club.

Now, a year later, I got this gig with Pipe Dream that I not only thoroughly enjoy, but hope can be a springboard for a future career in writing. But again, it only makes me rethink what I could have accomplished had I put in the same effort toward other opportunities that I now dedicate to writing.

I was afraid of taking on pre-med courses — I saw they were GPA-killers to my friends — so I settled on a psychology major. There’s nothing worse than looking back at the past and having regrets about what you didn’t try because you were afraid.

So I wrote this article to catch the attention of you freshmen, sophomores and juniors; it’s too late for us seniors. I implore you to go out and try new things. Step out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself. If you’re interested in a class but think it’s too hard, just try it and see what happens.

The worst that can happen is you withdraw from a class and have a ‘‘W” on your transcript. It could be worse. If you’re thinking about joining a club, go do it. Don’t be complacent and spend all your time in your room. If you believe the Sitting Club is the perfect fit for your personality, go sit like you’ve never sat before.

I look at my older brother, who once placed a rectal thermometer in his mouth but is now experiencing tremendous success in medical school, to show me that anything is possible.

Everyone’s future is still unwritten, and if you want something bad enough, it can happen. Yes i know it’s cliché, but it’s really true. I’m not sure where life will take me after graduation, but I do know one thing for sure: I will never let my brother take me or my future children’s temperature.