I may not be a senior, but I’m allowed to get nostalgic, too. Can I talk about my friends for a bit? Let me talk about my friends for a bit. The seniors are graduating and I’m losing some of them to the angry, embittered job market (or Oxford as it goes for one little baby who doesn’t want to grow up just yet).
My roommate, the Motivation Queen of Everything Boring and Cool Stuff, Too, has molded me in her image from an apathetic, lazy college student to an apathetic, lazy Leader copyeditor and staff writer, and next year, I will follow in her surprisingly-large-yet-relative-to-her-height footsteps and be the next editor of Arts and Entertainment. Next time you see me, I’ll be doing homework on a Friday night.
Looking back on my past year with The Leader is… satisfying? I started doing this because the only thing I had to put on a resume was a brief stint at a sub-par café where I spent more time on my phone than serving the suburban simpletons and mastery of Microsoft Excel (which I’m not even telling the truth about). Now I have a “working knowledge” of Associated Press style and can overload a sentence with commas like it’s my job (isn’t it, though?).
I’ve strengthened some of the best and most intellectually stimulating friendships I’ve ever had (did you know there’s a proper way to eat lunch meat?), and I don’t even mind those late production Sundays when it’s so late and I’m so tired and agitated I’m incomprehensibly shaking, because the tears are intermittent but the laughs (usually) are non-stop.
It’s weird to think that I signed myself up for another year of this, especially when it’ll be without Megan Kirby, who makes smart, funny writing seem as easily done as breathing. Every year, The Leader loses funding and someone somewhere is making it more difficult for us to do what we do.
We’re English people, I suppose, which is why we stick with it. I find it staggering that I take 400-level English classes and don’t recognize half the class. Who are these people? Why aren’t they on the paper? The Leader is specially formulated for you to gain relevant experience. What the fuck are you planning on doing with your English degree? Writing side effects lists for Pfizer?
But, I digress. This column doesn’t quite have a point, but that’s a point in itself because it’s finals week and everyone’s so tired and busy and we don’t really have time to think about the future and the fact that friends are graduating and moving away and that soon I’ll be graduating and moving away and all my “life partners” won’t be living in the same city as me. It’s going to be weird. And scary.
Try and spend some time outside, despite the fact that you have so much homework this columnist can’t even make a joke about it
This is our last week of school and it seems like the manic weather pattern is calming down and acting its month. Go swinging to release endorphins and relieve stress and stop SHOUTING IN THE FRICK WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO DO HOMEWORK.