It is finally over. After four long years of classrooms, professors, finals and projects, my last few days at the University of La Verne have arrived. I will only step foot inside the Arts and Communications Building on just a few more occasions before it’s completely adios, amigos time. I will be an official ULV graduate.
Yeah, I know that I already wrote my goodbye column for the Campus Times a few issues ago and some of my dedicated readers may actually remember all of the sappy hoopla that I dished out. But just in case any of you do not recall my first failed attempt at a final goodbye, I will bid farewell yet again. And this time around it’s the real thing.
One week from today, I will don my cap and gown, get in line with the rest of the graduating seniors and participate in the whole glorious ceremony that signifies the end of my ULV experience. Sure, I’ll probably get a little emotional, but can you blame me?
It’s not the fact that I am saying goodbye to the ULV campus and all of the acquaintances that I kind of sort of knew or maybe had a class with that’s got me a little teary-eyed. The hardest part about graduating is the fact that I am going to have to say goodbye to the Campus Times and all of the awesomely weird friends that I have made in that newsroom during the last seven semesters. And trust me, they are all a little kooky. I guess that’s just what journalism will do to you.
Being involved in the same project for the better part of four years can be irritating at times. There were moments when I wanted to throw in the towel or at least take a break from this paper and find some other way to spend most of my time. But every time registration rolled around, for some strange reason I found myself enrolling in the Campus Times for yet another go-around. And at the end of every semester I was glad I did it again.
No matter how stressed I was or what chaotic events were going on during my week, I knew that reporting to ACB 118 was going to make things seem just a little bit better.
Sure, I’d get a little stressed in between all of the writing and editing taking place, but I would still tell and hear really wacky stories, share horrible jokes and laugh to the point of tears, mostly because of the two crazies sharing this page with me. You probably read about the whole dorky “CT Trio of Trust” already, and as much as I am ashamed to say that it’s true, I have to admit that I’m really glad I was a part of it.
I will definitely miss all of the wacky shenanigans that unfolded every Thursday as we attempted to put our beloved little monster to bed. Before Campus Times, Thursdays were just another day of the week, one step closer to the weekend. But for the last few semesters, Thursdays have become one of the best days of the week.
I mean what could be better than a day full of the ever-adorable Zack Morris, tangy beef steaks, the gangsterific Kevin Federline, bubbly Dr. Pepper, dancing babies, trips to Circle K-Mart, adventures with Steve Harvey and of course, ethnic jokes? Nothing, that’s what.
I’m really going to miss all of the fun that was had during the last seven semesters but most of all I will miss seeing all of the same hilarious people on an almost daily basis. If I’ve learned anything during the last four years, it’s this: the Zack Attack was right. Friends forever.
Valerie Rojas, a senior journalism major, is copy editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.