Over my past few years at UWSP I’ve done a whole bunch of writing.
Whether it’s the slow grind of essays throughout the semester or the towering behemoth of research papers due by the end of finals week, throughout the year I constantly find myself in the constant state of setting words to paper and hoping that some kind of coherent meaning emerges.
As an English major, I’ve comfortably resigned myself to this reality and in my experience it has proved exceedingly rewarding, but at the same time this process has always been a lonely one. Aside from the occasional peer review or meeting with a professor, almost everything I create is written, edited, and read in almost complete obscurity.
In many respects, this isolation made my transition to The Pointer so exciting. Though the prospect of being able to share my work with a larger audience was certainly appealing, I was completely enamored with the idea of being a part of a community of writers.
While I was aware that I was entering into a group of diverse interests and focuses, I was and continue to be in love with working alongside other people who share my passion for writing, who use language to pursue and interrogate the issues that matter to them, and lie awake at night thinking about sentence structure.
In this regard, working with all of you has made me infinitely better at something that I love, and for that alone you guys will always have my gratitude and respect.
You each have made working for the paper fun and rewarding, and I’m grateful, albeit a bit perplexed, by your continued insistence on putting up with my weird sense of humor at all of our meetings.
While this may be my last semester at The Pointer, rather than focusing only on goodbyes I’d instead like to end with a quote from “The Goonies,” and the wellspring of wisdom that is Mikey:
“The next time you see sky, it’ll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it’ll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to do what’s right for them. Because it’s their time. Their time! Up there! Down here, it’s our time. It’s our time down here. That’s all over the second we ride up Troy’s bucket.”
While graduating and growing up may mean moving on to new places and meeting new people, before riding up Troy’s bucket, I want to appreciate the moment I’m in and the people I’m sharing it with. You guys are my Goonies, and I’ve loved the adventure we’ve had together.