This is the last time my byline here will say News Editor. I’m not graduating quite yet, but along with most of my colleagues here, I’m done as an editor at The Free Press. I’m heading to Peru in the fall to study Spanish, globalization and indigenous identity in the Andean mountain city of Cuzco, and I can’t quite justify the expense of making the 24-hour flight back and forth several times a week for meetings, interviews and production days.
The Free Press has consumed my life for the last two years. I’ve spent countless hours doing my best to turn this university’s various intrigues into engaging media for the students who pay for this newspaper with their student activity fee. I’ve gone home just hours before sunrise on Monday mornings only to dream about typos. I swear when I close my eyes after production days, I see lines on my eyelids after hours of aligning photos and text in the news section.
I’ve written over 100 stories in the last four semesters, resigned myself to one-day weekends and spent almost no time at home. The Free Press office at 92 Bedford St. has at times been a second apartment — I keep a toothbrush and floss in my desk — and during the school year I’ve spent more time with my fellow editors than with my partner. Sorry, Laura.
I’ve loved every minute. That’s not to say I’ve been happy every time production went past 2 a.m. on Monday mornings, but I can’t begin to name all the ways I’ve grown as a writer, editor and person during my time here.
I imagine I would have found some useful things to do with my time over the last two years had I not been caught in the orbit of 92 Bedford St., but for the life of me I can’t right now think of anything I would have rather been doing. This newspaper has made me a writer and a relentless asker of questions and hopefully given me a shot at a career in journalism. It’s time to move on, but I’ll be forever grateful for my time here.
Take advantage of your time in college. You’re paying far too much to sleep your way through these four-odd years and never again will you have so many resources at your fingertips nor so many chances to utterly fail and start again. If something (positive) takes over your life, let it. There’s no way I could have seen how a curiosity in The Free Press would lead to the dominant obligation in my life a few short months after putting my name on that list. But for all the reasons I’ve talked about above, there’s nothing I would trade for the last two years.
If you are in anyway passionate or even curious about writing, photography, graphic design or other skills without which The Free Press would not exist, there is no better place on campus for you than the second floor of 92 Bedford St.