2008 Woodie Awards
The Curtain Call: We're entering a whole new game
Brian Fitzsimmons
Issue date: 5/1/08 Section: Sports
I wasn't elected Valedictorian, but here goes nothing:
I hesitate to say so, but William Shakespeare was a moron because parting does not bring sorrow. It is the signal of another chapter in one's life. The last time I checked, that is something to celebrate and applaud.
Every new season brings a clean slate. In our case, graduation is the ultimate opening day.
When "Pomp and Circumstance" echoes throughout the university boundaries during the graduation ceremonies, and the wonderful time of unconditional shelter is over, the precious level of comfort evaporates and there's a new game we need to learn: life.
Times, they are a changing. Sad, isn't it? The pessimists would say so, and the ones who didn't appreciate their time here would concur. I say, the notion is the furthest from the truth. This isn't a time to worry about money, finding a job, or succeeding in life.
This is a time to smile, cry the happy tears about being more than hallway away from your life buddies and actually, gulp, missing FLIK food. These past four years were the time of our lives. And I'm proud to have been a part of it.
I walked through the gates of Sacred Heart scared as anyone. I didn't know one friend and this campus seemed to be bigger than the world was ever supposed to be.
But then a miracle happened.
I walked into the Spectrum's newspaper office and was nurtured by great people like Debbie Danowski, Cindy Simoneau, the man who gave me my first shot at writing, Nick Kelly, and a staff of friends that made the room next to AV seem like a scene right from "The Office." Eventually, I declared a major and was guided by wonderful human beings such as Dr. Jim Castonguay, Dr. Andrew Miller, Joanne Kabak, Dr. Sandra Young, professor Susan Palmer, and Kathleen Trenske.
I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
It's a miracle how I graduated in four years, especially since I can't recite how to add fractions right now. One thing is for sure, though. I walk away here with a well-rounded education and with a sense of confidence that one day, I will make a difference in this world. One day, I want people to flip to the sports section of a major newspaper and enjoy my column.
I hesitate to say so, but William Shakespeare was a moron because parting does not bring sorrow. It is the signal of another chapter in one's life. The last time I checked, that is something to celebrate and applaud.
Every new season brings a clean slate. In our case, graduation is the ultimate opening day.
When "Pomp and Circumstance" echoes throughout the university boundaries during the graduation ceremonies, and the wonderful time of unconditional shelter is over, the precious level of comfort evaporates and there's a new game we need to learn: life.
Times, they are a changing. Sad, isn't it? The pessimists would say so, and the ones who didn't appreciate their time here would concur. I say, the notion is the furthest from the truth. This isn't a time to worry about money, finding a job, or succeeding in life.
This is a time to smile, cry the happy tears about being more than hallway away from your life buddies and actually, gulp, missing FLIK food. These past four years were the time of our lives. And I'm proud to have been a part of it.
I walked through the gates of Sacred Heart scared as anyone. I didn't know one friend and this campus seemed to be bigger than the world was ever supposed to be.
But then a miracle happened.
I walked into the Spectrum's newspaper office and was nurtured by great people like Debbie Danowski, Cindy Simoneau, the man who gave me my first shot at writing, Nick Kelly, and a staff of friends that made the room next to AV seem like a scene right from "The Office." Eventually, I declared a major and was guided by wonderful human beings such as Dr. Jim Castonguay, Dr. Andrew Miller, Joanne Kabak, Dr. Sandra Young, professor Susan Palmer, and Kathleen Trenske.
I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
It's a miracle how I graduated in four years, especially since I can't recite how to add fractions right now. One thing is for sure, though. I walk away here with a well-rounded education and with a sense of confidence that one day, I will make a difference in this world. One day, I want people to flip to the sports section of a major newspaper and enjoy my column.
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