Senior goodbye: The one time I'm not on the sports page
Andrew Berry SPORTS EDITOR
Issue date: 12/4/08 Section: Opinion
Ready to be jealous?
I'm graduating, and you're not. I'm attending class for the last time this week, and come Dec. 12, never again will I have to go through the ridiculous regiment of a college student.
No more excessive note-taking, all-nighters, term papers, finals, 90-cent Doritos, technology fees, the Banner system, and (my personal favorite) no more buying overpriced text books that I'm required to open maybe three times a semester.
The time is finally here. After four years and five semesters at Youngstown State University, my hard work has paid off and I will finally get that coveted piece of paper from the university that simply expresses my awesomeness in print.
No, really, the word "awesome" will appear on my degree. I had it custom made.
But regardless of what words they actually decide to print on it, the diploma itself will always help me remember the hard work that I put forth during my time at YSU, and by hard work I mean ridiculous shenanigans coupled with the unforgettable adventures that taught me more life lessons that I could never put a price tag on.
Working for The Jambar for the last two and a half semesters opened many doors that I had originally thought had an American Gladiator standing behind waiting to knock the hopes and dreams out of me. Originally, I signed up for the journalism program because I had confidence in my writing ability and the degree only required one math class. Trust me when I say there is no cure for calculator dependency.
The most glorious part of being a journalist is that no matter what I write, you have to read it. Seeing as how I do not venture away from the last page of this publication too often, I'm going to take full advantage of my opportunity to write this letter for the editorial page where I have the freedom to say whatever I want and get away with it. And since this is my letter, I'm sneaking it past the copy desk disguised as an MCT story.
Before my authority as sports editor runs out, I cannot leave YSU without thanking those that meant the most to me during my time here. Enough cannot be said about the people in the English department and journalism program that have helped since the beginning. I'll never forget the invaluable words and wisdom of Alyssa Lenhoff, MaryBeth Earnheardt and Tim Francisco especially, as their presence in my college career made it that much better. But be warned, you have created a journalistic monster with an out-of-control ego.
I'm graduating, and you're not. I'm attending class for the last time this week, and come Dec. 12, never again will I have to go through the ridiculous regiment of a college student.
No more excessive note-taking, all-nighters, term papers, finals, 90-cent Doritos, technology fees, the Banner system, and (my personal favorite) no more buying overpriced text books that I'm required to open maybe three times a semester.
The time is finally here. After four years and five semesters at Youngstown State University, my hard work has paid off and I will finally get that coveted piece of paper from the university that simply expresses my awesomeness in print.
No, really, the word "awesome" will appear on my degree. I had it custom made.
But regardless of what words they actually decide to print on it, the diploma itself will always help me remember the hard work that I put forth during my time at YSU, and by hard work I mean ridiculous shenanigans coupled with the unforgettable adventures that taught me more life lessons that I could never put a price tag on.
Working for The Jambar for the last two and a half semesters opened many doors that I had originally thought had an American Gladiator standing behind waiting to knock the hopes and dreams out of me. Originally, I signed up for the journalism program because I had confidence in my writing ability and the degree only required one math class. Trust me when I say there is no cure for calculator dependency.
The most glorious part of being a journalist is that no matter what I write, you have to read it. Seeing as how I do not venture away from the last page of this publication too often, I'm going to take full advantage of my opportunity to write this letter for the editorial page where I have the freedom to say whatever I want and get away with it. And since this is my letter, I'm sneaking it past the copy desk disguised as an MCT story.
Before my authority as sports editor runs out, I cannot leave YSU without thanking those that meant the most to me during my time here. Enough cannot be said about the people in the English department and journalism program that have helped since the beginning. I'll never forget the invaluable words and wisdom of Alyssa Lenhoff, MaryBeth Earnheardt and Tim Francisco especially, as their presence in my college career made it that much better. But be warned, you have created a journalistic monster with an out-of-control ego.
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