Matthew C.
Yelp
How could you review your Alma Mater, and why? Could you regale in prose such an hourly, daily, weekly, and yearly struggle to achieve a single goal? Perhaps. Perhaps you could capture the ups and downs, the trials and tribulations of a $54,000 Liberal Arts degree. The stressors of tests, and myriad mindless tasks hard won, and unavoidably lost like the smallest set of keys in a most cavernous space. Can I still read Latin after two years of study? I can struggle to, lesser every day. Do I remember the symbiotic relationship of zooxanthellae relative to the other marine life? Of course. The point is, information is what you make of it - and contingent upon inherent interests beyond your control. You love what you love - with no opinion necessary. Do that more. Indulge in every productive curiosity.
At KU, I delved headfirst into the experience. I was older then, and so avoided the typical nonsense of the more traditional and adolescent path. I maintained a hawk's eye for the pernicious and subtly ubiquitous university billing error, and changed my professors and courses often. What resulted was a challenged and fertile path of diversified knowledge. It is incumbent upon you to challenge your existence. For what purpose are you here? For the acquisition of money? Some would say yes, and I fear that the majority of those are practicing for the wrong game of life. It is a tough row to hoe, but we all cultivate what we believe will be the best crop to harvest in the future - whatever that may be.
Challenge your professors, respect your professors, and allow them to profess what knowledge they wish to share - they are humans much like yourself, and have chosen to expend their finite existence in the service of others. Get to know them well; seek out the "take your professor to lunch" program: a program paid for by the college for you to take any professor to lunch, on the school's dime. Explore every inch of campus, and appreciate the time you have.
I love KU, but not for the sports. I love what KU represents, which is the betterment of man through the continued proliferation of knowledge gained. The campus is wonderfully beautiful atop the hill, and mobility is manageable. I'm a bit taken aback by the recent developments happening in and around my beloved campus, what with such a push away from "big school in a small town." Now it feels something more akin to Norte Dame, or any of the other homogenous football schools. Still, nothing beats completing that last final, jumping on the bus with the evening setting in, and barreling down Jayhawk Boulevard on your way to nowhere in particular with all the worry of time behind you. That'll always be there, no matter the aesthetics. Hail to Old KU!