Yes – if you didn’t know – the headline is from a song in the “Sound of Music.”
This won’t be long, because plenty have written versions of this sentiment before me.
Graduation is a big deal. We all work toward it and talk about “that day” in the distant future when we’ll finally get a little bit of sleep and maybe land a decent job.
As much as we discuss and plan for that fateful moment we have always pictured, we’re never really quite prepared.
I’m not the most sentimental person; it’s a problem I’ve always had. I love my family and friends, and can recall countless memories of people and times I truly miss. There’s even little quirky things in college life that I actually like, but probably won’t ever admit.
But it’s always been hard for me to “show” these emotions. Call me cold or detached, but it is what it is.
I’ll stop stalling and just go ahead and say it: I’m going to miss college.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to stay up all night crying over the lack of assignments and emails while listening to Adele on repeat. Still, there are definitely aspects of college I’ll remember fondly.
While the late nights, stressful days, (virtually) no social life and constant fast food royally sucks right now, one day, when we’re all old and gray, we’ll want it back. Everyone wants things they don’t have. It’s a perplex and incredibly aggravating part of life, but it is a part of it.
This school year as Editor-in-Chief of the Crow’s Nest has been nothing short of annoying. Every time I thought there was no way I could get any busier – I got busier.
But in the mess of it all, it was the best rollercoaster ride.
Not only did it teach me tons and hopefully help further my career aspirations, it forged a family.
There is this subculture within the paper that’s all its own. Whether it’s staff members or contributors, we’re like a little family. And just like any family, we can fight with one another in one moment and then protect and defend one another in the next. It’s pretty damn awesome.
I can’t speak for others, but the same goes for our journalism department – it’s a tight knit group complete with every sort of personality you can imagine, but a group that stands together.
There’s no greater feeling than having fellow students, co-workers, faculty and an entire department solely wanting to see everyone succeed and bring the world exemplary and important journalism.
I’m incredibly proud to say I graduated with a journalism degree from USFSP and was given the chance to work with so many brilliant and caring people – I couldn’t forget them if I tried.
I don’t care how small our journalism department may be. No, we’re not Columbia or Syracuse.
We’re better.
