It's not goodbye, it's see you later
Sarah Fannis
Issue date: 5/6/09 Section: Campus Talk
It's hard to believe that not only will my Stylus career be over soon, but my college career, as well. At the end of this week, I will be done with undergrad classes forever, and will walk the creepy halls near The Stylus office one last time. As I try to mentally prepare myself to walk across the stage and be done with school, I find myself reflecting on the four years I've spent at Brockport.
I remember my gut feeling that Brockport was the place for me as my parents and I drove into campus for a tour on a sunny June day way back in 2004. The other SUNY schools I visited didn't compare, aesthetically and academically. I couldn't be happier with the way everything turned out these past four years and can't imagine attending any other school.
My freshman year, back in 2005, was terrifying in the beginning. It was my first time away from home, and I was leaving everything I knew back home, and all my friends were moving to different parts of the state for school. But my year in MacVicar was much more than I could have ever expected. It was an amazing freshman year, even though the third floor, or "big liquor MacVicar," as we affectionately called it, was a bit crazy at times. I met some of my best friends that year, and learned a lot about myself and life in general.
There were two things that scared me the most that first year. One was hating my roommate, and the other was hating my major. I decided on a journalism major with absolutely no experience in the field. All I knew was that I liked watching the news and reading the newspaper every day, and I liked to write and didn't want to be an English major. Luckily for me, my roommate and I became best friends, and I ended up enjoying my first journalism classes.
I didn't officially join The Stylus staff until my junior year, but I was a huge fan of the newspaper since my first year. In fact, The Stylus was one of the reasons I decided to come to Brockport instead of any of the other schools where I was accepted. I remember picking up a copy on the first tour, reading it in the car on the way home and thinking, "I want to be a part of this." Little did I know how important The Stylus would become in my life.
I remember my gut feeling that Brockport was the place for me as my parents and I drove into campus for a tour on a sunny June day way back in 2004. The other SUNY schools I visited didn't compare, aesthetically and academically. I couldn't be happier with the way everything turned out these past four years and can't imagine attending any other school.
My freshman year, back in 2005, was terrifying in the beginning. It was my first time away from home, and I was leaving everything I knew back home, and all my friends were moving to different parts of the state for school. But my year in MacVicar was much more than I could have ever expected. It was an amazing freshman year, even though the third floor, or "big liquor MacVicar," as we affectionately called it, was a bit crazy at times. I met some of my best friends that year, and learned a lot about myself and life in general.
There were two things that scared me the most that first year. One was hating my roommate, and the other was hating my major. I decided on a journalism major with absolutely no experience in the field. All I knew was that I liked watching the news and reading the newspaper every day, and I liked to write and didn't want to be an English major. Luckily for me, my roommate and I became best friends, and I ended up enjoying my first journalism classes.
I didn't officially join The Stylus staff until my junior year, but I was a huge fan of the newspaper since my first year. In fact, The Stylus was one of the reasons I decided to come to Brockport instead of any of the other schools where I was accepted. I remember picking up a copy on the first tour, reading it in the car on the way home and thinking, "I want to be a part of this." Little did I know how important The Stylus would become in my life.
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