No more class. It's summmmmma tiiiiime!

School's out for the summer! Remember those times? The last day of class in elementary or middle school was sweet. Clock hits 3:00, and it was a free-for-all out the front door. Kids storming out, screaming, cheering and dancing around in the playground. Summa timeeee had begun. Beaches, pools and, most importantly, no homework.

So I had my last set of college classes today, and as much as I wished everyone on campus would join together and storm out FitzRandolph Gate and have a little dance party on Nassau Street, it didn't exactly happen like that. Ending classes at Princeton was slightly more subdued, but there are definitely a few things I will certainly not miss.

Take, for example, that jerk who sits in the front row of a 200 person McCosh 50 lecture and pesters the professor with asinine questions throughout the lecture. Don't you just wanna stuff a sock in his mouth? Apparently, this jerk doesn't realize that everyone else in the class doesn't care about his little brown-nosing efforts. We're trying to take some notes. Hasn't this jerk ever heard of office hours? That's where the rest of us normal kids do our ass kissing.

Another thing I won't miss about classes is walking to them. Is the E-Quad even in Princeton? Honestly, engineers already have it the hardest on campus, and now you gotta make us walk farther than everyone else? Every time I try walking out there, I feel like I'm embarking on the Oregon Trail praying to God that my freaking oxen don't die as I'm trying to cross Washington Road. Eh, if they do, I suppose I can resort to cannibalism and eat little freshmen ... Donner-Party style.

Though I'm not quite done with finals forever, I certainly won't miss those either. Especially those 200-level math department finals. Ya know, something's wrong with this school when they have to make the tests so hard that the average score is a whopping 45 percent. I'm sitting there, a scared little freshman, having spent the last week studying, and I'm trying as hard as I can not to pee my pants because I think I'm gonna fail out of college. A word of wisdom to incoming freshmen: If you're so scared during an exam that you think you're gonna wet (or soil) your pants, you're probably not the only one. They like to freak us out here.

But because I'm almost outta here, I figure I might as well spend a little time talking about things I will miss about class at Princeton. You know, like the expansion of wireless internet access to all classrooms. It's truly been a luxury over the past few years to be able to be able to tune out a boring professor and check my email whenever I want or follow a Yankee game on ESPN GameCast. I'm also going to miss the clock staring. Fortunately, many of our state-of-the-art classrooms are equipped with very large clocks with exceptionally large minute hands. Dreams of 11:50s and 12:20s —and minute hands landing on fours and 10s — have filled Princeton student's minds for years. I will miss those dreams.

I'm intentionally neglecting the positive aspects of my experiences taking college courses at Princeton. I've found that it's often more enjoyable to bitch and moan about things rather than to drool over how amazing they are. Don't get me wrong — things are pretty great here overall. Our professors are pretty great, our facilities are first class and we certainly have enriched our minds and learned how to think. It's all true, but you don't need me to tell you that. That's why they have those glossy pamphlets in the Offices of Admission.

My last class at Princeton, thanks to a gracious preceptor, was conducted outside on the lawn by McCosh Hall. My buddy and I, a fellow senior, made a couple comments to contribute to discussion, but mostly we just looked around, grinned and let an overly eager freshman do most of the talking (big surprise). As soon as the display on my cell phone (there's no big clock on the lawns by McCosh) hit 4:20, my buddy and I turned to each other. This was it, baby. This was it. School's almost out for some ... summmmmma tiiiiime! Neel Gehani is an ORFE major from Summit, N.J. He may be reached at ngehani@princeton.edu.