Spring Break
Thanks and good-bye
Sarah Scott, Chief Copy Editor, sescott@smu.edu
Issue date: 5/4/07 Section: Opinion
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I'm graduating in two weeks, and somehow I can't seem to muster up anything to say besides this: Thank God it's all over.
Don't get me wrong. My four years at SMU were the best in my life - I found tons of organizations to get involved in, I dove headfirst into some pretty fascinating classes (and some not-so-fascinating jobs) and I even found the time to study abroad twice. I've worked at The Daily Campus for the past year while trying desperately to find a job and juggle a social life and those pesky classes.
I'm friggin' tired.
But I've been truly lucky. I've always had great roommates who didn't mind my messes and constant stressing. I'm still friends with most of the people who lived on my hall freshman year. My parents encouraged me to follow my passions in college, even if they were worried about the marketability of an English, Spanish and journalism major (talk about a trifecta).
And pretty much what most of these "Oh-my-gosh-I-can't-believe-I'm-graduating" columns come down to is people. No one waxes poetic about the wonderful facilities they had in college or the amazing dorms. They remember the relationships they built that changed their lives. So without further ado, here's a roundup of people I'd like to thank at SMU.
First, my professors. My looniness knows no bounds, but thankfully my professors took it all in stride. Carolyn Barta taught me more about politics and opinions than I think I ever wanted to know. But I'm forever grateful that I got to go to the Democratic National Convention with her in 2004 - despite the fact that I was a half-hour late for my internship interview.
Craig f!@#$ing Flournoy helped me land my first job. I may not be reporting, but I'll still be a do-gooder working at a civil rights law firm. And I'm going to miss sitting in the splash zone while receiving profanity-laden nuggets of wisdom.
And what can I say about Mel Coffee? He tried his best with me, but I'm a print journalist at heart. (That and nobody can sing Gwen Stefani songs like he can. Hollaback, Mel!)
Don't get me wrong. My four years at SMU were the best in my life - I found tons of organizations to get involved in, I dove headfirst into some pretty fascinating classes (and some not-so-fascinating jobs) and I even found the time to study abroad twice. I've worked at The Daily Campus for the past year while trying desperately to find a job and juggle a social life and those pesky classes.
I'm friggin' tired.
But I've been truly lucky. I've always had great roommates who didn't mind my messes and constant stressing. I'm still friends with most of the people who lived on my hall freshman year. My parents encouraged me to follow my passions in college, even if they were worried about the marketability of an English, Spanish and journalism major (talk about a trifecta).
And pretty much what most of these "Oh-my-gosh-I-can't-believe-I'm-graduating" columns come down to is people. No one waxes poetic about the wonderful facilities they had in college or the amazing dorms. They remember the relationships they built that changed their lives. So without further ado, here's a roundup of people I'd like to thank at SMU.
First, my professors. My looniness knows no bounds, but thankfully my professors took it all in stride. Carolyn Barta taught me more about politics and opinions than I think I ever wanted to know. But I'm forever grateful that I got to go to the Democratic National Convention with her in 2004 - despite the fact that I was a half-hour late for my internship interview.
Craig f!@#$ing Flournoy helped me land my first job. I may not be reporting, but I'll still be a do-gooder working at a civil rights law firm. And I'm going to miss sitting in the splash zone while receiving profanity-laden nuggets of wisdom.
And what can I say about Mel Coffee? He tried his best with me, but I'm a print journalist at heart. (That and nobody can sing Gwen Stefani songs like he can. Hollaback, Mel!)
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