Abby Abrams

Abby Abrams

Today, we begin one of our favorite Bwog traditions: Senior Wisdoms from a few members of the graduating class. We will be bringing you some of your classmates’ nuggets of wisdom until the end of the semester, and we begin with the person least-related to Bwog—former Spectator EIC Abby Abrams.

Name, School, Major, Hometown: Abby Abrams, Barnard, English (But really James Joyce and Spec, both of which often felt like they were not written in English), St. Louis, Missouri

Claim to fame: I took Spec digital (or cut the print, depending on your preferred interpretation). One time Rick MacArthur called me in the middle of class to yell at me. Also, I wrote about sexual assault, mental health, and greek life. I probably asked you a nosy question about your thoughts on some aspect of ~student life~ at Columbia at some point.

Where are you going? First, back to Missouri to do a little hiking/nature appreciating. Then back here, to FiveThirtyEight to do some data journalism.

What are 3 things you learned at Columbia and would like to share with the Class of 2019?

1. Be passionate about something, and work really hard for that thing. Columbia is an amazing place filled with myriad opportunities, and you’d be foolish not to take advantage of them. Whether it’s theater, activism, a campus publication, research, music, student council, or anything else, those are the kinds of places you’ll meet your best friends and where you can have an impact on this campus. You can certainly spend all four years here just hanging out and coasting through classes, but the experience will be much more rewarding if you spend your time doing something you love.

2. Be kind. This applies to yourself and others. It’s easy to be snarky and to make fun of people all the time. But everyone here is trying to figure themselves out, and we could all use a little more support. Give people the benefit of the doubt, say hi to that person you had a class with two semesters ago when you pass them in Lerner, and take time to check in on your friends when you know they’re having a rough week. People will remember you for being kind and they’ll usually try to be kind back. Also, don’t be too hard on yourself. As hard as you might work on classes and extracurriculars, it’s just college, and taking care of yourself (and your friends) is almost always more important.

3. Go to office hours. Go to office hours. Go to office hours. And if you can’t because you work or are busy or whatever, ask your professors to meet at another time. Form real relationships with professors. This is seriously the most basic and most real thing you need to know. Everyone told me this when I started college and I still didn’t do it for my first two years here. Professors do want to get to know you and are open to mentoring you if you ask for help. They are some of the kindest, most brilliant people you will ever meet. Academia is hard, and these people have made it through—they are the best. Let them guide you. And most of them will give you life advice in addition to academic advice. Last year, I may or may not have broken down crying in my advisor’s office because I hadn’t slept in a week, I felt like people hated me, and I couldn’t remember which chapter of James Joyce’s Ulysses was written in newspaper-style headlines. Guess what? She didn’t kick me out or laugh at me. She handed me some tissues, told me all men are stupid, and gave me some awesome feminist literary theory that ended up helping with my thesis. Go to office hours.

“Back in my day…” People read Bwog. People already only read Spec online. UNI Cafe was still around. Indian Cafe was the best Indian food within walking distance of Columbia (RIP <3). Barnard had a pool. Attending Orgo Night was not an offense punishable by Facebook de-friending. No one talked about mental health on campus. Nor did they talk about sexual assault on campus. Bacchanal existed, and was basically fun. I thought administrators were people, too.

Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer: I don’t eat condiments.

What was your favorite class at Columbia? My favorites were The Radical Tradition in American History, taught by the man, the legend Eric Foner, and a seminar on Finnegans Wake with Philip Kitcher. Kitcher is a god. Whatever you do, take a class with him. One of the most brilliant and kindest people I’ve ever met.

Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? I tried to come up with a funny answer for this question and failed. But approximately 100 percent of my favorite meals involve cheese. So there ya go.

One thing to do before graduating: I’ve always looked down on people who list more than “one thing” on this question, but alas, here we are.

  • Spend a night nostalgically talking with friends on at least one Columbia roof.
  • Go to a University Senate plenary.
  • Become a regular at some place in Morningside so they know your order when you walk in.
  • Attend a meeting of a club to which you don’t belong and see some of the fascinating stuff your peers spend their time doing.
  • Learn to be uncomfortable—and maybe even embrace that feeling. Being able to respectfully disagree and engage with people who hold ideas different from your own will get you far in life. It will also help you sort through everything you learn here and figure out your own opinions. Let yourself be open to hearing new ideas, and if you hear something that you think could be offensive, give people a chance to explain themselves and treat your peers like human beings.

Any regrets? Of course. I am pretty happy with my time here. But still, I wish I had: Written a ranty Spec opinion column this semester. Found a way to take over the @MyLifeIsBarnard twitter account. Not gotten mono while taking Colm Toibin’s seminar so that I could have been a semi-real person. Done a few more of my readings. Participated in FemSex (I guess now called AllSex). Said hi to more people when I saw them around campus. Climbed onto the roof of Low (but perhaps there’s still time for me to complete this one).