I have had the same two dreams my entire life: to graduate from college and to make it as a reporter for ESPN. While the latter has yet to happen, the first is just 10 days (and a few finals) away from being achieved.
I tell people that the main reason I chose Missouri Western was because nobody I knew from my high school in a small Kansas town went here. Minus a couple people, that’s still true today.
However, what I don’t tell a lot of people is the little things that made me choose to be a Griffon.
My parents went with me on all of my college visits and helped me fill out all of my applications. When I was deciding between being a Jayhawk and being a Griffon, my mom told me something that has stuck with me for the last four years.
“At KU, you’ll just be one of 30,000. MoWest gives you the chance to do what you’ve always done, stand out and make a name for yourself.”
I hate to say it, but she was right. Missouri Western gives students so many chances to get involved outside of the classroom. I have done so much in my four years that it’s hard to keep up. I have spent a summer as a registration leader, given countless tours as a student ambassador, been an editor for The Griffon News for seven semesters and joined the greatest sisterhood in Alpha Sigma Alpha. I did all of that because Missouri Western gave me the confidence and connections to establish myself.
Of course, I could never forget about the little thing that kept me going.
A room tucked into the far corner of Eder Hall has been my home for the last four years. A professor who’s tie never matches, but always has 80’s music rocking in his office speakers, has become one of the greatest journalistic influences in my life. And an ever-changing staff has taught me more in four years than I could have ever dreamed possible.
To quote a good friend, Katelyn Canon, “I’ve lost a lot of sleep because of The Griffon News.” It’s true, but looking back, the late nights wrapping up the paper as Editor-in-Chief, the insane crunch of writing a game wrap-up on deadline night as sports editor and the stress of chasing down stubborn sources were worth it for the life long memories that I have made over the last four years.
Graduating next Saturday will be a dream come true, but leaving behind so many friends and memories is turning out to be a lot harder than I originally thought. It turns out, however, that this is the hardest.
Who knew a column would be the hardest thing I have done in college?