After five wonderfully hectic semesters, my time at the Optimist has come to a close. Walking into the newsroom three years ago, I couldn’t have fathomed the impact this magical institution would have on my life. This place is my home and leaving it is like leaving a small piece of me behind.
I have come a long way since the mild-mannered, barely-knew-her-way-around-a-camera former me set foot on this hallowed ground.
In this place, I have laughed, cried and made memories that will live on in my heart long after I leave. I have grown exponentially as a photographer, as a journalist, as a writer and as a human being, and I am thankful for every second and every person, that has brought to where I am.
Little did I know that here, I would meet the men and women that will forever be my friends. The outstanding staff, both past and present, that I have had the pleasure of working with has impacted me in ways that one column could never do justice to.
To my spirit guides, Cade and Kenneth, thank you for putting up with my sass for so long. I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you are patient men and wonderful leaders. I am indebted to you for getting me to where I am.
To the amazing photography staff that I have had the opportunity to lead the past two years, I am so proud of each of you and the amazing things that we have accomplished together. I take comfort in knowing that I’m leaving you in incredibly capable hands. Carry on, dear padawans.
To the editorial board, you are the heart and soul of this paper. It has been a privilege to write with you. Keep the puns coming long after I’m gone.
And to the sports staff, you are the best family a girl could ask for (other than her own flesh and blood, of course). I love each of you and the memories that we have made.
Thank you, Optimist staff. May the news be ever in your favor.