We have to break up. It’s not you; it’s me — you know the drill. We both have to move on. Like any relationship, ours contained its good and its bad.

My experience at Penn has not been typical, and nearly each semester has felt like an entire college experience in itself.

When I look back at the timid 18-year-old who showed up on campus four years ago, I realized that my time at Penn has been full of change.

We should cherish our fleeting feelings of universal participation. The chances that we’ll have another uniting experience like Spring Fling are slim to none.

The most gratifying experiences I had in college involved jumping off metaphorical cliffs. They were terrifying but also immensely rewarding.

Penn Medicine’s $370 million Translational Research Center opened this month, and aims to bridge scientific findings with clinical applications.

Not all enemies are Sue Sylvester or Darth Vader. Not all enemies are even people.

During my time with the DP, I published exactly 150 articles, had a disgruntled athlete mimic me as a satirical Halloween costume, practiced with the women’s basketball team and was personally threatened by a varsity coach (See ya, Nik).

Throughout my life, I have always been very passionate about sports. In fact, most of the conversations I have in a given day are sports-related. As an avid player and spectator of many sports, the DP gave me the opportunity to be a true college sports reporter, as well.

Four years after they were hand–selected from the admitted class of 2011, Penn’s pioneering class of Civic Scholars are preparing themselves for graduation.

I never really expected to be the DP’s senior sports editor.

For the past four years, I’ve managed to fool everyone at the Daily Pennsylvanian into thinking I’m a journalist, and let me tell you, the act was exhausting.

As the track and field beat writer, I prefer to encourage Penn students to appreciate the sport and its connection with Penn.

With finals, moving out and, for some, graduation, the last few weeks have offered plenty for the typical student to handle. But rowers on the women’s crew team have had one more thing on their mind.

Farewell columns that descend into list form are disgraceful cliches — the likes of which no self-respecting writer would ever allow. My bad.

I’d be remiss to write about anything else but my DP friends with my final bittersweet words that will ever grace these pages.

Freshman high-jumping sensation Maalik Reynolds keeps raising the bar.