I don’t want to be the kind of person to have regrets

But I do have some.

I regret that I never went to my friends’ quinceañeras when I had the chance. I’m sure they would have been kick-ass experiences for me.

I regret that I let the way things occurred between me and a certain someone. For all the gripe and ranting I do about boys, I know that I only have myself to blame in that situation.

I regret that I didn’t join Montage or the Daily Illini earlier than I did. They’ve both been eye-opening experiences, and I wish I carved out my career path more clearly from the beginning. But I suppose that couldn’t have been helped. Could it?

I regret that I was such a terrible sister in my adolescence (indeed, throughout much of my life). I was an extremely selfish creature, and if there was one aspect of my growing up that I could change, it would be my earlier behavior toward my brothers. This is one regret I know I’m going to live with for a very long time.

I regret not utilizing the services at the Career Center. If I had practiced interviewing skills, perhaps I would not have had the rejections I’ve had to endure over the past year.

I kind of regret not choosing to study abroad earlier in my undergraduate career. Nobody expects to start off their senior year of college in another country; the whole point of your last year is to embrace every minute and every part of the campus that has given you life for the past three years. But this regret I can push aside because an even bigger regret would be to not study abroad at all.

I also kind of regret going out last night, because I’ve still got two 10-page papers due in a few days that are waiting to be written.