A French farewell from the Big Kahuna
Brianna Martinez
Oh yes, it’s that time of the year again. You know, when the grasshoppers infest the parking lots as they fly violently into students’ faces, when we all start cramming a semester worth of curriculum into a stuttering, 10 minute presentation, and when the line between studying for finals and studying hot bods out by the pool becomes dangerously thin.This is also when we reflect on the entire school year and ask ourselves, “Where did the time go?” or, more college appropriately, “What did I do with my life this year?”
The answers will vary from “finally, officially transferred to a four-year university” to “drank enough beer to fill a swimming pool” and sometimes both.
For me, my year’s ups and downs were so frequently changing it felt like I was on a tye-dyed pogo stick.
I dated Spanish for a bit, as the subject is required for my major, but our relationship was very rocky. Muy tempestuoso.
As with every relationship, I gave it my best until the end (when I finished all the credits I needed) and then we broke up, though we are still friends and I use it when ordering at Macayo’s.
Economics and science were another requirement so we went out a couple times, flirted, but we never quite hit it off well.
One successful relationship I did have this year was with the Mesa Legend newspaper. We saw each other frequently and every other week we spent about 30 hours with each other.
In all seriousness, it was one of the most honoring experiences I have ever been given and I couldn’t have done it without the help of my fellow editors and reporters. I feel that being the editor of the Mesa Legend gave me a generous amount of experience that will help me next year at ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communication.
I don’t know how many journalism majors can say they’ve been the editor-in-chief at a college newspaper by the mere age of 20, but I’m grateful that I sure can!
Sure, 20 seems a little young for a job with such responsibility, but that’s why your parents tell you to be nice to that weird, nerdy kid who never talks in class and draws pictures of cartoon action figures because he could be your boss someday.
As could the quirky, hipster-styled, music-junkie who doodles sketches of daisy chains instead of listening to her professor’s lecture on sedimentary rock in geography.
That’s right, it could happen. Just ask the Mesa Legend editors for this year.
In a nutshell, our lives are based on a series of relationships whether they are romantic, school, family, or friendships.
When we look back and think of how yet another school year has shimmied by, all we can do is reminisce on the good times and vow to never repeat the bad. With that: Au revoir les Thunderbirds. Yes, I cheated on Spanish with French.
