Looking back on my time at this university, I’m reminded of all the fun times I’ve had, all the people I’ve met, and all the places I’ve called home. I’m also reminded of my time working on this paper, which I’ll probably look back on down the road and miss dearly.
Call me nostalgic, call me sappy, but I get the feeling that one day, deep into my life, I’ll reminisce fondly about those times when I would spent about an hour alone every third Sunday night writing articles to make a few students politely chuckle. Or maybe not, I honestly don’t know at this point. Who’s really to say?
Of course, my experience here wouldn’t have been nearly as good without the wonderful people I’ve met on this paper, who I assume I’ll eventually consider lifelong friends. Just, you know, give it a few years.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a pretty decent time writing for this paper. That’s on the record. Legally speaking, no one can dispute that. I’m just in no place to be objective about whether or not this paper really means something to me right now. Let me just clear my head for the majority of my twenties, and then you can get back to me to see how much I actually miss this thing. Presumably greatly. But again, no way to know.
