Fulfill hopes: make the most of UCLA career

Megan Carberry Carberry was the 2001-2002
Viewpoint editor.  

I hope you drank enough beer in college. I hope you read enough
books. I hope you stayed up all night talking to someone in the
hallway when you first moved into the dorm. I hope you had a messy
roommate who never washed dishes and refused to take the trash out.
I hope you had an anal retentive roommate who got mad when you
didn’t wash your dishes or take the trash out. I hope you
fell in love. I hope you went to a basketball game in Pauley and
screamed your lungs out. I hope you stopped and watched one of
those nameless bands playing in Westwood Plaza at lunch. I hope you
ate Kettle Corn. I hope you bought sunglasses from one of those
tables outside Lu Valle, and then another pair when you sat on
them. I hope you made late-night trips to In-N-Out. I hope you ran
the perimeter. I hope you saw a concert in Royce. I hope you walked
through Wilson Plaza to avoid the barrage of flyer-people on Bruin
Walk. I hope you went to the farmer’s market on Thursdays. I
hope you saw Star Wars at the Fox. I hope you went to a fraternity
party. I hope you had a terrible job that paid $6.25 an hour. I
hope you can’t remember your 21st birthday. I hope you fell
asleep at Powell library trying to finish a paper. I hope you went
to Wooden first week of every winter quarter vowing to loose
weight. I hope you walked through the sculpture garden. I hope you
did the crossword puzzle in a really boring class. I hope you went
to at least one office hour. I hope you ate at the dorms after you
moved out. I hope you got a parking ticket at one of those
ridiculous eight-minutes-per-quarter meters. I hope you yelled at
the people behind the parking services desk for charging a quarter
for eight minutes. I hope you learned. I hope you grew. I hope you
spoke to someone you thought you wouldn’t like and found out
they were cool. I hope you did something mentally challenging. I
hope you overcame an obstacle. I hope your priorities changed. I
hope you felt confused. I hope you felt excited. I hope you
surprised yourself. I hope you thought outside the box. I hope
there was one professor who made it all worthwhile for you. I hope
you have a new best friend. I hope you made peace with yourself. I
hope you laughed, cried and came out smiling in the end. I did.
Special thanks to Mom and Dad, Paul, my Sarahs, the Carberrys and
Childs, the various Kidwells and McDermotts, 5 North girls, Poper,
Anthony, Nate, Jason and the Bruin Woods crew, Keely, Amy and the
JWC staff, Cuauhtemoc, Ed, Frank Gilliam, Brian Walker, Aimee
Bender and spring ’01 Creative Writing, Dr. Carnesale, Arvli
Ward, and Partrick Kerkstra. And last but not least, thanks to the
Daily Bruin ““ especially Tim Kudo. It’s because of you
guys that I believe in what we do ““ and why my life now has
direction. And don’t get your hopes up Corey McEleney, it
will be the Maegan Carberry School of Journalism.