I’m not ready to say goodbye. I want to make this the best thing I’ve ever written for the Spartan. This should be a testament to my years at college and the hours of work I have put into this newspaper.
This column needs to be immaculate. Maybe if I focus on making it perfect, I won’t cry very much while I’m writing it. Maybe I’ll forget for a few minutes that the best four years of my life (so far) are coming to an end.
I guess not.
It’s not a shocker, but I’m very reflective lately. I keep thinking about my freshman year and the first day I walked into a communication class. I took it to fill a frame because I wanted to get ahead, and I walked out a journalist.
Ever since then, I have been hooked. I started writing for this paper, and eventually became an editor. Every week I get to do something that I love, but I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave the amount of effort and love that goes into this paper.
I don’t want to leave the people.
Catherine – You and I have been through it all together. SOS. Tutoring. The Spartan. The Rutland Herald. Most of the friends I came into college knowing are science majors, and I have loved having someone in my field there to help me through everything. I know that you will go very far in your life. You are determined, smart and energetic. Don’t ever doubt yourself.
Mr. Bill – Thank you for having my back. I know that I can come to you with any problem I have and you will listen without judgement and with a lot of sass. You have a knack for putting things into perspective, and I am proud to call you a friend.
Thank you to all of my professors. I have learned more from you than you could ever know. Not only in the subject matter, but in life.
Oh jeez, here comes the big one.
Dave – Thank you does not sum up my gratitude for you. You showed me that passion is what drives a person. That if you don’t absolutely love what you do, it’s not worth doing. You showed me that finding humor in things and having fun are not something that should ever fade in life.
The kicker is that you did all of this without realizing it. Thank you for giving me advice and always having an open-door policy. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I wouldn’t be headed into my future confident that I am able to do what I want to do.
By believing in me, you helped me believe in myself, so thank you.
I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not saying all this just because you’re determining two of my grades this semester.
Senior year of high school, I was determined to go to UNH. I was ready to head off to a big school and get more experience. Not a day goes by that I am not thankful that I chose Castleton.
This place is full of people who care for each other. It’s where we hold doors open for each other and smile on the sidewalks. It’s where I found who I am supposed to be.
It’s a special place, and I don’t want to say goodbye, but it’s time. I’ve gotten everything I need, someone else needs a turn.
So goodbye, Castleton. Thank you.