You hold in your hands at this moment the final Chimes of the year. I am a senior. This is, therefore, the last column I will ever write for the Chimes. I am grateful for the opportunity to write for the Chimes, largely because it stroked my already over-inflated ego.
The end of the semester makes us all want to roll over and die, and though I am not a procrastinator, I feel the same way. It is always this time of year when the powers-that-be let decide to mess up everything that you thought was fine last week.
For my first Chimes column, I wanted to write a piece that would mirror my transition from entertainment reporter to next year's lifestyles editor. As my beloved Scrubs passes into a television afterworld of syndication, I decided to reflect on the influence that Dr.