Spring Break was oodles of fun. It was a blast in a glass, in fact. I went somewhere tropical — the Dominican Republic. I met people from exotic locations and foreign countries — i.e., Canada and Wisconsin — and I partied as hard as Ke$ha with glitter. Despite all that, I couldn’t help but miss ‘Cuse.

With graduation looming so close and the sun making more frequent appearances, everything makes me nostalgic. And it’s not just because I’m a senior. Every year, right around this time, I get really sad about leaving. As a freshman, I had dramatic goodbyes with anyone and everyone I had ever met by early April. We hugged, we cried, we talked about how much would change in those three long summer months that would separate us, and we re-exchanged BlackBerry pins.

By now, of course, I’ve grown and matured. I’ve realized that long, drawn-out goodbyes might be a bit over-the-top. I’ve realized I never really liked most of those people to begin with. I’ve realized the only major perk to saying goodbye as a graduating senior is that you can finally be honest about things: ‘Oh my God, byeeeeee!! Have a nice life! I hope I never see you again! I bought you this gym subscription and diet pills as parting gifts!’ Honesty is really so underrated these days.

But most humans aside, I really will miss Syracuse University. I’ll miss the fact that when our South Campus apartment flooded my sophomore year, FIXit congratulated my roommate and I — rather than chastise us — for causing the second-biggest flood in a South Campus apartment, topped only by a flood started by one of the basketball players. I just don’t think that would happen in real life.

I’ll miss endlessly discussing the weather. You don’t realize just how many of your conversations and Facebook statuses revolve around the weather until you live in a place where it snows every day, and every day, people continue to be amazed.

And I will definitely miss all the guys rocking those ‘Real Men Have Seeds’ T-shirts. Those are hot.

I know I still have about a month and a half to enjoy SU. But as we all know, time flies when you’re having fun. And I just thought I would voice now the overarching sentiment that leaving sucks, before I get so sad that I won’t even be able to talk about it. Maybe I’ll just move into a freshman dorm and live creepily and happily in denial.

On a side note, though, there is still a bit more than a month left, and this is the time to make the most of it. Do the things you haven’t done before. Most professors have stopped taking us seriously since before Spring Break — although maybe in your case, it was since you first appeared — so feel free to procrastinate and refer to Wikipedia in your research. I know, I know, it feels good to be bad.

And even though all good things must come to an end eventually, consider the fact that next year will probably be even more exciting. And if you’re a senior, it’s going to be OK. Just get a really high-paying job in an exciting city immediately after college, and you can buy yourself a whole new social life, I promise.

Marina Charny is a senior English and textual studies and writing major. Her column appears every Monday. She can be reached at mcharny@syr.edu.

Published on March 27, 2011 at 12:00 pm