Nearly a decade after graduation, here are 5 things I did wrong in college — and one I did right

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College isn't like any other time in your life.
Nearly a decade after graduation, the things I did right are becoming clear to me ... and so are the things I did wrong.
For instance, I didn't take advantage of many of the available opportunities, and I didn't realize how much time I had for adventure.

I graduated college eight years ago.

Sometimes, it feels like a lifetime ago, and sometimes, it feels like last week. I loved college, and I've morphed into one of those tedious adults who, upon hearing that some poor unsuspecting teen is heading to college, starts gushing about how wonderful it is and how they're so lucky and how they should enjoy every single moment or else.

Seventeen-year-olds love talking to me.

But on the other hand, when my friends and coworkers and I reflect back on those years, all of the things I would do differently if I had the chance become glaringly obvious. I suppose it's youth wasted on the young and taking opportunities for granted and all of those other things people bemoan of millennials — or 20-year-olds of any generation, really.

Here's the place for a quick disclaimer: Everyone does college differently. Some people do it part-time. Some people take more than four years. Some people return for their degrees after a few years off. I can't speak to anyone else's college experience — only my own.

There were so many wonderful things about college: I met exceptional people, took some fascinating classes (geology: total dark horse), and absolutely loved returning to campus after breaks. But let's be honest: Who wants to hear about the things I did right?

Here are the things I did wrong.

I didn't seek out half the opportunities that were available.

Colleges absolutely shower undergraduates with opportunities for help, for internships, for charity work, for socializing, for anything you can think of. Wellesley College, my alma mater, is no exception to this rule.

I didn't seize half of them.

I did some cool stuff: I interned at an art gallery in town. I fulfilled my childhood dream of taking riding lessons at a stable down the street (for half gym credit, too!). I fulfilled my major requirements early and graduated with a teaching certification for elementary school, thanks to my mom. I joined the class crew team and delighted in rowing around the lake.

But I didn't get internships in Boston, just 20 minutes away from campus. I didn't take advantage of cross registration at MIT and take a class there, just to try it. I didn't become close with my academic adviser and I didn't haunt the Center for Work and Service for career advice. I didn't call up alums and ask about their experience, I didn't show up and schmooze at department teas, and I didn't make myself a fixture at the free gym classes — the ones I have to pay for now.

I didn't plan ahead.

Here's something that's maybe obvious to every else but me: Your grades in college actually matter.

For whatever reason, I was always under the impression that you work hard in high school, and then your reward is college, where your grades don't matter because after college is adulthood, and who cares about grades in adulthood?

Lots of people, is the answer.

I was flummoxed when it turned out that study abroad programs were based on your GPA. I had never even considered grad school, and frankly didn't until I was well out of college. That's another place your grades are critical.

I was able to study abroad, and I've been fine so far without grad school, but it took me way too long to realize that people were actually going to ask for my grades.

I didn't prioritize adventure.

Here is my life most days now: Wake up. Commute to work. Work. Commute home. Do some life admin. Go to bed.

I jumped right into full-time work after college, and I wish I had more adventures when I had time for them. For most of college, I had a car. I should have become intimately familiar with Boston. I should have road-tripped to the coasts of Rhode Island and Massachusetts. I should have planned trips abroad, or even out of state, from the major airport that was only 30 minutes away.

Now, I love having adventures, but I don't have the time for them.

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