In our university life, there’s a pen you borrowed from someone and never returned; a crafty friend and a wonderful friend; a top grade and a disheartening grade; lectures held on upper floors; perpetually late attendance; a cursed alarm clock; incomplete sleep and failed attempts to wake up; a lecturer who seems to hail from Mars, and another who’s beloved; a cellphone ringing mid-lecture; a well-known meeting spot for seeing someone you like after class; never enough time to study; one boring lecture and another delightful; exhausting assignments; an unusually tough exam; a pesky phone stealing too much of your time; a strange but endearing friend, and another pushing you to skip class; making fun of a lecturer; endless daydreaming; zero motivation to study; staying up late, feeling lazy; an initial burst of study enthusiasm that quickly fades—don’t worry. After all, kings always arrive late, and so do their graduations. And remember, the upper floors are for those who stand tall.

There’s a particular spot on campus brimming with memories shared with classmates. A place so familiar that if you’re away from your best friend for hours, you’d know exactly where to find them without even calling. It can happen that some students never even find out where the main library is during all their semesters—until it’s time to start writing their graduation thesis. Don’t be surprised if, while studying, time races by and you’ve only managed to get through a few pages. Many students, early in the morning before an exam, manage to skim through the entire material in just half an hour, and still walk away with good grades!

There’s at least one lecturer you’ve signed up with because your friends insisted he was great—someone you ended up wishing you’d never listened to. Sometimes he’s even the only one teaching that course. It’s normal to have wonderful classmates, but sometimes they’ll encourage you to skip a lecture or two or add a specific course just so you can all be together in the same room. There might be that sudden midnight call from a lazy classmate asking which topics will be on tomorrow’s test. There’s at least one lecturer you’ll never forget—a lecturer who’s different from all the others. A lecturer who doesn’t care if you memorize the textbook word-for-word just to regurgitate it on the exam day, but who truly cares that you become a successful person who knows what suits you best. A lecturer who sacrifices their time for you, not just for the paycheck at the end of the month.

There’s that friend who shamelessly repeats the same great request every day: “I’m absent; mark me as present!” There’s at least one exam you’ll never forget: you walked in, got the paper, and found you had no precise answers—only fragments of solutions. You turn in the test, leave the room certain your grade will suffer, only to be astonished by an excellent score when the results are posted!