A man once said that I should never write for this college again.
Well, that didn’t happen.
But this is my final piece as a member of the Erie Square Gazette, and wow, what a ride. As a graduating student of SC4, I swear I’ve seen it all. I’ve been through the highs and lows, and the ebbs and the flows.
Through the good and the bad, my time at SC4 has undoubtedly been the best I’ve ever had. I’ve been a student here since eighth grade, so I’ve become more attached to this college than to any school I’ve ever attended.
On more occasions than I can count, I’ve been asked if I live here. I’ve worked here, slept here, ate here and learned here. I’ve poured countless amounts of blood, sweat and tears into my experiences here. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
The memories are countless.
I’ll never forget creeping around campus dressed as a zombie Santa Claus.
I’ll never forget taking over 20 cream pies in the face and then walking around shirtless in the college center because my clothes got soaked.
I’ll never forget the joke that became a movement, and the resulting club that became the “face of charity” as it has been described.
I’ll never forget locking myself in my room for a weekend with nothing but paperwork and a DVD of “Frost / Nixon” that helped me through the toughest assignment of my life.
I’ll never forget learning the evil powers of a forbidden word that causes car trouble.
I’ll never forget all the radio shows, the club meetings, the laughs, the trials, the fun, and the friends.
I was told that my “legacy” to SC4 would be heightened security measures. I don’t think that’s true. I never considered that I would have a “legacy”. But If I did, it would rest with my friends, and who we’ve tried to help.
I still don’t think that should be my legacy though, because we never worked for recognition, or to pat ourselves on the back; we did it because we thought it was the right thing to do, no matter how small. That’s what I’m proud of most. I’m proud to have rubbed shoulders with genuinely good people who have so much hope for the world, and actively try to make it a better place.
My friend Brian and I labored over how to write these farewells without being too self serving, so please don’t misunderstand. This isn’t about me. It’s about everything I’m going to be missing out on as I part ways as a graduate.
To the Zombie Defense Council: Keep up the good work. Make me proud. Without you guys, I never would have made it.
To the Erie Square Gazette: Good luck. I can only imagine what next year will bring. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the fall’s online editions.
And to the incoming student government: Stay true to yourselves and what you stand for. With cooperation you can accomplish great things.
To all the friends that we’ve made, here’s to you. For all those I’ve disagreed with, forgive and forget.
And to everyone who says that we couldn’t, shouldn’t, or that it was impossible:
Here’s to the future!
And to those still reading, you’ve all lost the game, one last time.