2008 Woodie Awards
That's what she said: Final college insights, lessons, from one senior to the rest
Courtney Carbone
Issue date: 4/29/08 Section: Opinion
This week will be my last column; to be honest, I'm surprised they've let me go on for as long as I did. Instead of answering a question, I want to use the last of my allotted ink to take a walk down Memory Lane (which, hopefully, has less incident reports than Notre Dame).
It's been four years since I got to Loyola. Like you, the only department extension I know is x5555, I still can't get my mail stop open and I've been loved and left by the "Core." I've waited for tickets all night outside Student Activities, had a weekly radio show on WLOY, cheered, sailed and dodged soft, foam yellow balls under a green-and-grey banner. I've had a solid taste of Loyola, one not to be confused with that troubling plastic aftertaste at the bottom of the water cups.
I look around at the underclassmen, and I really feel good about where Loyola is going. At graduation, I will walk confidently down the center aisle wearing cords I didn't buy myself from JoAnn Fabrics -- what I like to call "plan B" -- and formally accept that Loyola's given me all the tools I need (literally -- I'm friends with four of them).
Seeing as this will be my closing article, I think it's time I finally got around to giving some advice.
On School
Don't pick a major to please your parents. Don't do it to have a better chance of getting a job or making more money. Security is not the same as success. Major in what interests you, minor in something you love and have faith that the rest will work itself out. There's always unemployment, welfare, or a life of crime.
Professors are people too. Actually, you may come to have more respect for your professors than some of your friends. I know I do, anyway.
Go abroad. You'll be glad you did. Really, really glad, unlike your friends who will have to hear your "One time when I was abroad…" stories.
Money doesn't buy class. Especially if you don't ever go.
Finally, you can't unsubscribe to the NewsHound. Believe me, I've tried.
It's been four years since I got to Loyola. Like you, the only department extension I know is x5555, I still can't get my mail stop open and I've been loved and left by the "Core." I've waited for tickets all night outside Student Activities, had a weekly radio show on WLOY, cheered, sailed and dodged soft, foam yellow balls under a green-and-grey banner. I've had a solid taste of Loyola, one not to be confused with that troubling plastic aftertaste at the bottom of the water cups.
I look around at the underclassmen, and I really feel good about where Loyola is going. At graduation, I will walk confidently down the center aisle wearing cords I didn't buy myself from JoAnn Fabrics -- what I like to call "plan B" -- and formally accept that Loyola's given me all the tools I need (literally -- I'm friends with four of them).
Seeing as this will be my closing article, I think it's time I finally got around to giving some advice.
On School
Don't pick a major to please your parents. Don't do it to have a better chance of getting a job or making more money. Security is not the same as success. Major in what interests you, minor in something you love and have faith that the rest will work itself out. There's always unemployment, welfare, or a life of crime.
Professors are people too. Actually, you may come to have more respect for your professors than some of your friends. I know I do, anyway.
Go abroad. You'll be glad you did. Really, really glad, unlike your friends who will have to hear your "One time when I was abroad…" stories.
Money doesn't buy class. Especially if you don't ever go.
Finally, you can't unsubscribe to the NewsHound. Believe me, I've tried.
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Maeby
Maeby
posted 4/30/08 @ 7:38 PM EST
Nice send off Courtney. If we had any Thumbs left we'd Thumbs your nice departing comments.
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