Well, I’ll have to say, I tried to live up to the promises I set for myself as a columnist, but I’m not sure that I really have.
In my first column I talked about my liberal background, but hoped I could present fair and unbiased columns, if there is such a thing.
The other day someone told me when he reads my columns he can’t tell whether I am on the left side or the right.
That made me happy because that means I achieved my goal. Thanks Collin.
If someone were to look at the headlines attached to my columns and nothing else, they would find a lot about blaming the government for messing stuff up, fat kids, starving kids, butt paste, sick cows, missiles, coastal erosion, thongs on 12-year-old girls, spring testers in their bliss of youth and other political nonsense.
Amid all the attempts to get apathetic college students to think and/or care about “important issues” I have to say my favorite column, by far, was about butt paste.
There is just something about Boudreaux’s Butt Paste that compels a true Louisianian to love it.
In attempting to come up with entertaining columns instead of boring political ones, I have consulted an unnamed friend all semester to seek an outside opinion.
Most of the time his ideas are completely unprintable considering they’d probably make Jessica Pivik’s column look like a how to in Seventeen Magazine, but when I asked him what he wanted to see in my farewell column, he said, “Find some way to fit jammer in it. That’d be funny.”
Well, I just did without all the sexual explicitness.
I guess wit and humor just aren’t my big forte. Ah well, I’ve tried, failed and accepted it.
One thing I have realized drudging through this semester is that getting old sucks. I guess this is what they call a quarter-life crisis.
The older people get, the more responsibilities they slowly accumulate and likewise, the more stress comes with it.
I wish I could stay young forever and never grow up. I guess that’s why I like Peter Pan so much. Random.
So, I’m leaving The Reveille to become editor at the LSU Legacy.
I’ve never really pictured myself in a management position, but I guess I’ve learned a lesson from criticizing Bush so much: surround yourself with a smart cabinet so you don’t look so dumb.
So that’s what I’ve done, not to say I’m on the same level as Bush. I’d never put myself down like that.
But the people I will be working with at the Legacy are some of the most creative and intelligent people I know.
For anyone who has made it this far down my column, congrats, you must really like to read.
But look for the new Legacy next semester — it’s going to be a lot different.
But to all of my friends at The Reveille, it’s been great working with you, most of the time. I’m kidding.
Scott, if you are disappointed that all of my columns didn’t even compare to the first column I wrote — sorry.
Sometimes the creative juices just don’t flow right.
So to all I wish a safe and happy finals week — something almost impossible to accomplish.
For those of you I’ve pissed off this semester, sorry, comes with the territory I guess.
And finally, for those of you entering the real world – sorry — sucks to be you! I still have three semesters left to have fun!