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As a preface to this senior commentary, I must admit I enjoy social media. If the 11 endorsements I have for social media skills on LinkedIn are not enough sway, perhaps the fact that I posted on social media continuously during finals week will convince you. It is only fitting, therefore, that as an ode to this love I discovered at Georgetown, I honor my senior commentary in the form of a BuzzFeed post. (Also, I am in the MSB. We don’t write paragraphs.)

1. First and foremost: I survived Leo’s dining. To all the parents reading this, O’Donovan’s on the Waterfront is not as fancy as it sounds. It is an ominous place where they put chicken in quotation marks.

2. Academics: This is the most obvious answer but also the reason I came to Georgetown. I had never failed a test before coming to Georgetown, nor had I ever received any grade below a B. With the help of one too many all-nighters and questionable-tasting Corp coffee, I can say I fully earned every grade I received at Georgetown; I am very proud of my academic career.

3. Transferring: A formative aspect of my Georgetown experience comes from the fact that I transferred. The transition of coming to a new place where most people your age already have an established friend group was the most difficult part of my time at Georgetown. I learned that if you want to be heard, you have to be loud.

4. Rats of Henle: Every Georgetown student here knows the sad truth about the rats of Henle. The only thing scarier than finding a live rat in your living room is finding a dead rat in your living room. I cannot tell you how many rats or mice my roommates and I found throughout the years, but I am happy to report that we survived them all.

5. Keeping up with the Hoyas: It is clear that ambition is a prerequisite to coming to Georgetown. Everyone is always working for that next goal, and if you stop for even a second to look back on what you already have, you might miss the next opportunity. It is exhausting, but at the same time, I accomplished as much as I did because my peers were constantly pushing me to be a better person.

6. Finding a job: The top fear for every MSB student is not getting that summer internship, which invariably leads to a job. I did not get the first job I applied for; I did not even get the fifth job I applied for. I endured 10 gruesome interviews before I finally decided on a job. Had I never received an offer, I would have had a great fallback career as a professional interviewee.

7. Toilet Troubles: Unfortunately, no college experience would be complete without the classic toilet overflow. On the bright side, we finally had an excuse for the university to shampoo our carpets. For anyone looking to learn how to stop toilet floods, I am your (wo)man.

8. Finances: A Georgetown education is no easy bill to pay, especially for someone with my financial background. I am eternally grateful for the scholarships with which Georgetown endowed me, for I would not be here without the university’s fiduciary assistance. However, I am even more grateful that they still required I work for part of my tuition. I’ve held at least one part-time job throughout the past three years and had paid job experience every summer. My Georgetown education is the most valuable thing I own, not because of its price tag, but because of everything I had to do to earn it.

9. Roommates: As with most girls, my roommates are my best friends and worst enemies. We bicker like sisters, and we love each other like sisters too. I have never had such polarized relationships with anyone before, but I would not give it up for the world. As frustrating as they can be sometimes, you need to have people in your life — roommates who will be there for you no matter what.

10. The World: The biggest challenge I have yet to face. Georgetown is getting ready to send me off to the outside world, and it’s scary and exciting and sad and happy all at the same time. The university has done what it can to prepare me, so the rest is up to me.

Finally, my senior commentary would be incomplete without a few “thank-you’s.” Unfortunately, word limit restricts me in that endeavor. Nevertheless, the one person for whom I express my thanks here — and whom I can no longer thank in person — is my grandmother, without whom I would never have realized what it meant to have a good education.

Ambika Kumar is a senior in the McDonough School of Business.

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