I REGRET NOTHING I wish I could say I am leaving college armed with great advice for the undergraduates that will follow me. I wish I could say I have the answers to the world’s problems and I know what I want to do with my life. I wish I had a wholly formed understanding of myself and the world I live in. But I don’t. And you won’t either when you’re in my place one, two or three years from now. The only thing I can say is clichéd and stale, but not lacking in truth or heart—there’s not a thing I wish I did differently. There’s not one person I wish I hadn’t met. And there’s not a mistake I wish I hadn’t made. So, let’s cheers to that Seattle U. Let’s cheers to Jesuits. Cheers to Rudy. And cheers to the four great years we spent together. – Kellie Cox, Editor-in-Chief _______________________________ YOU CARE, YOU LOSE There are a lot of random pieces of paper on my Spectator desk. There are a lot of random names, phrases such as “gender justice” and “Obamacare”, and the ever present “Stop Using Internet Explorer”. This year we have been privileged to cover a lot of change, both in our world and school. I have enjoyed my time eating pizza with the editorial board and designers, even though after 30 weeks together you all still call me “Ka-tee-ri”. The only advice I can
leave you with comes from my friend Ben Anderson, and it goes like this: “you care, you lose”. While it seems negative, I have taken it to mean that nobody has the right to make you feel badly about things that you love, and that it’s never worth it to argue with someone on the internet. – Kateri Town, Photo Editor _______________________________ WAITING FOR DEATH I leave this place different from how I entered it. I’ve lost quite a bit of weight, but I also have much more cynicism and rage and angst packed into my svelte new body: tradeoffs, I guess. Life, if the last four years has taught me anything, is all about tradeoffs: forsaking chubbiness, I now feel compelled to make-believe I’m Wednesday Addams. Forsaking the last four years, I have a piece of paper that supposedly makes me worth more. They tell me those years were supposed to be the best of my life. I don’t know who “they” are, but I hope they’re wrong. Don’t make my mistakes, whatever they were. Don’t let doubt catch you in a chokehold. My time here will end in a whimper, force yours to end in a bang. – Dallas Goschie, News Editor _______________________________ BIG WHOOP! I’ve been to 21 graduations. Pomp and Circumstance is like a lullaby to me. I played dress up in the cap and gown for years. By now, you’d think graduation would be old news to me. You walk, you sit, you smile. Big whoop. But, for me, graduation is still a pretty “big whoop.” For almost my entire life, I have identified myself as a student. Learning has been my primary objective. I feel, frankly, sad to be losing that sense of myself. So I guess my advice—that I give only with gut reaction and not certainty—is to take on the title of student. Wear it proudly. You are the learner, the listener, the hopeful. At that, surely, is a big ol’ whoop. – Colleen Fontana, News Editor _______________________________ NO ONE REALLY CARES If I have learned one thing in college, in life, it is that no one cares. Everyone is always so involved with themselves that you can do whatever you want and there is a certain freedom with no one caring. And there here is only more freedom ahead. Go forth. You are your own limitation. Because even if they do mind it won’t last long because everything fades. Like dust in the wind we will soon return to the dirt mounds and clay from which we came. This is my liberating mantra, “All the past we leave behind, We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers!” No one really cares. – Kelsey Cook, Senior Designer
