Remember

Four more years. Just kidding. For all of you who will still be here next year, here's looking on the bright side: at least there's still women's basketball.

As one who has suffered from senioritis since eighth grade-and proudly so-I've pretty much been ready to graduate from college since high school. (And what are my plans for next year? Grad school. oh, the irony.) Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed the ride, but keep it real, if there were ever a time to get out of this place, this is it. Class of 2006, feel blessed. Tailgate will never be what it once was, "work hard, play hard" is morphing into "work hard, work hard," buses are blowing up and fecal matter is raining down on students in Craven Quadrangle bathrooms.

Yes, it's time to move on. After spending hours upon hours-yet happily so-in 301 Flowers (the Chronicle office) learning everything there is to know about Duke for the past two and a half years, it's time to move on.

After writing countless papers and studying for numerous tests and pulling I don't know how many all-nighters, it's time to move on.

After fighting through swarms of people to board the East-West, walking for what seemed like miles to get my car from the Blue Zone and getting deboed out of parking spots in the Bryan Center lot too many times to count over the past four years, it's time to move on.

After all the nights spent partying at Shooters or the Alpha house or George's or the Great Hall or someone's Central Campus apartment or Parizade (huzzah for the return), it's time to move on.

I've paid my dues, fought the good fight and left it all on the field. It's time to move on, but am I ready?

I don't know. There have been too many jokes shared, moments touched and good times had for me to ever feel happy about leaving it all behind.

How Rick's at three o'clock in the morning was the afterparty? Basketball players dancing on the balcony Midnight Breakfast freshman year? Your first taste of Jungle Juice or Nupe Juice or Blue Brew? AAMP bowling and doing the Cha-Cha Slide down the alleys? Chilling outside on the East Campus benches (usually Brown's or Giles') when the weather was nice? Our first Myrtle experience staying at Casa de Homeless and dancing in cages at the Spanish Galleon? Watching our friends cross? Sleeping four to a twin bed and the gas station during that trip to D.C.? Tenting? Pregaming because we weren't old enough to do everything we wanted in public? Visiting each other over the summers? Back to school barbeques and end-of-year study breaks? Getting dressed up and looking proper for balls and then having no shame at the afterparty? Finding our keeparounds? Trying to make summers in Durham crunk? Getting to tailgates all late because you know we were on CP time? Planning elaborate surprise birthday parties for each other and nobody ever being surprised because it was always expected? BSAI weekend scandals? Ludacris? Step show stuntin'? Sneaking into Cameron for basketball games? Road tripping to Howard's or Morehouse/Spelman's homecoming?

Thinking graduation was SO far away?

It's coming to a close and I've truly had the best four years of my life.

This summer, I'll be doing what I do best because retirement needs practice. Feel free to join me and let's keep the good times rolling.

Tiffany Webber is a Trinity senior and University editor of The Chronicle. She believes that pretty girls wear 20 pearls and that the rest really were too late. Respect your roots: Phirst Pham.