There is so much I didn't do.

I never lived on West Campus. While I often daydreamed of sailing a makeshift boat in Lake Lag during long, unproductive Sunday afternoons, I never even made it over to see the its glittering, transient waters. I've heard Lag Late Night is leaps and bounds better than Stern's, but I can't substantiate these claims. In my four years at Stanford, I could never really complain of long bike rides to and from class, although this was a plus, and there are at least five dorms that have absolutely no meaning to me. Granada who?

I never played The Game. I refused to spend an entire night searching ceaselessly for obscure clues, or spend the next day sleeping in. Who knows how I could have benefited? New friends? Knowledge of new places? I was so certain the loss trumped the probability of gain. I never took the opportunity to be adventurous.

I never went to Bay to Breakers. The lure of early morning drunkenness, kegs in shopping carts, and ridiculous costumes always eluded me. The requisite planning beforehand always proved too burdensome. How does the long line of runners and revelers look from the top of Hayes Street Hill? I've only seen pictures. What is the average booze-to-distance ratio? I can only cite secondary sources.

Were my four years here hopelessly disappointing? Although I missed out on aspects of campus life that seem inexcusable, there were many things I did which merit some prideful reflection. I survived the plague at Toyon to live on the Row for two years, once as a resident and once as a (responsible?) staff member. I ended up more than once on the roof of Sweet Hall, sometimes to cap a romantic evening, sometimes to cap a night of partying. And while I missed some great events in San Francisco, I tried making up for it by exploring Berlin during my quarter abroad.

How can you make up for lost time? Sure, I had some fun, but in looking back on my college experience, it is as much about what I accomplished as what I didn't. What is the best way to mitigate fixation on the latter? My solution is simple: stay at Stanford. And so I embark on that journey for those who need a little more time to fully enjoy the California sun: the co-term degree. I have made a commitment to myself, however, to dedicate next year to eradicating potential regrets. "Leave nothing undone" will be my motto.

To all those who will be leaving The Farm for good, I can only hope you have graduated with little left undone<\p>--<\p>I hope that you are satisfied with the time you have spent here. Travel and spread all over the world, and remember this place, where you have spent some of your formative years. You participated in the formation of a special community. It wasn't a perfect community<\p>--<\p>no community is<\p>--<\p>but perhaps you, like me, will remember this institution as an important steppingstone to a fulfilling life. A life, as it were, with no regrets.