Well, it’s official, I have been writing The Dating Scene since the spring semester in 2013, and I cannot believe that this will be my last column ever.

I remember just how scared I was to step into April Payne’s shoes and write this column, but she assured me that I would do a great job. Same as April, three semesters later, I am still writing this column (thanks for not getting rid of me) and am now saying goodbye.

First off, I would like to thank all my readers. I don’t care if you hated it or loved it; all that matters is that you took the time to read it. Thank you for challenging me and my way of thinking; thank you for complimenting me; but most of all, thank you for putting up with me.

Over this past year, I have learned a lot about how to handle the trials and tribulations of a relationship. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything else. So as I leave you and Creighton, I am going to give you a few last pieces of advice.

Don’t be afraid to say what you feel. Holding in feelings will only break your heart on a daily basis. So my advice is to do what ABBA says and take a chance. Who knows, it may work out for the best. Four years may seem like a lot of time, but college flies by, so don’t be afraid to say something.

Don’t be afraid to change your type. Just because you say you have a “type” doesn’t mean it is set in stone. Try going on a date with someone out of your comfort zone every once in a while to see if you have been interested in the wrong type of person all along. Go on as many blind dates as you can. If they don’t work out, you’ll more than likely get one heck of a story out of it. Oh, and if you are in a relationship that is going nowhere, get out.

Creighton is a small campus and rumors tend to fly. Be up front and honest; don’t take some random person’s word about someone you are interested in. Find out for yourself if they have a sucky personality or are a major player.

As I have said many a time, Creighton is worse than a small town and nothing stays a secret for long. So don’t go blathering about someone you kissed or saw so-and-so kiss at the bar the other night; kissing and telling never ends well.

As a senior, my last piece of advice is more for life in general than dating. Enjoy the hell out of college, and don’t overthink it. It goes by way too fast, and make sure you spend it making memories because in the end, it doesn’t matter who you hooked up with or what classes you’ve failed (unless it is all of them). What matters are the friends you’ve made and the stories you will be able to tell for the rest of your life.