2008 Woodie Awards
Western Civilization finally collapses
David Ashby
Issue date: 12/16/05 Section: Opinions
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Dear Everybody,
On Sunday, Dec. 18, I will be graduating from Lewis University, thus leaving my student ID behind me to enter the workforce and become yet another human drone plugging away on the assembly line.
So instead of writing my usual alcohol-induced, non-sensical, schizophrenic rant about how Santa Claus is plotting to take over the world, I've decided to push the sarcasm aside and write this goodbye letter to the readers, the Lewis community, and the Flyer staff.
It seems like yesterday when I was just a wide-eyed freshmen entering Joliet Junior College. I was never a good student in high school. To be honest, I spent much of my high school years ditching class and drinking beer, which was why I was stuck at the local community college.
Still, while I was at Juco, I stopped drifting and cleaned up my act, mostly because I discovered early on what I wanted to do with my life: journalism.
Yes I've learned how to calculate statistics and yes I've learned about Aristotle's view of ethics, but I've also learned that the most important lesson for college students is to find out what they like to do.
It sounds like a stupid statement, but many students I see now don't have a clue about their futures. I knew one student who didn't declare a major until his senior year. I also met a nursing student who couldn't stand the sight of blood, and an English major who hated reading. It's sad but it's true.
Doing what you love, I have found, is really the key to happiness, not money, beer, or sex (well, maybe not sex).
That's one of the things I love about Lewis (not the sex); it is a place where anybody can spread their wings. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to kiss the administration's butt or anything like that.
And there are many aspects of the university I will not miss when I leave, like the horrendous drive down Illinois 53, the parking tickets, or that idiot who decides to print up "War and Peace" in the computer labs right before you print up a one-page news summary, thereby making you 10 minutes late for your economics class. Whoa, I'm glad I got that off my chest.
On Sunday, Dec. 18, I will be graduating from Lewis University, thus leaving my student ID behind me to enter the workforce and become yet another human drone plugging away on the assembly line.
So instead of writing my usual alcohol-induced, non-sensical, schizophrenic rant about how Santa Claus is plotting to take over the world, I've decided to push the sarcasm aside and write this goodbye letter to the readers, the Lewis community, and the Flyer staff.
It seems like yesterday when I was just a wide-eyed freshmen entering Joliet Junior College. I was never a good student in high school. To be honest, I spent much of my high school years ditching class and drinking beer, which was why I was stuck at the local community college.
Still, while I was at Juco, I stopped drifting and cleaned up my act, mostly because I discovered early on what I wanted to do with my life: journalism.
Yes I've learned how to calculate statistics and yes I've learned about Aristotle's view of ethics, but I've also learned that the most important lesson for college students is to find out what they like to do.
It sounds like a stupid statement, but many students I see now don't have a clue about their futures. I knew one student who didn't declare a major until his senior year. I also met a nursing student who couldn't stand the sight of blood, and an English major who hated reading. It's sad but it's true.
Doing what you love, I have found, is really the key to happiness, not money, beer, or sex (well, maybe not sex).
That's one of the things I love about Lewis (not the sex); it is a place where anybody can spread their wings. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to kiss the administration's butt or anything like that.
And there are many aspects of the university I will not miss when I leave, like the horrendous drive down Illinois 53, the parking tickets, or that idiot who decides to print up "War and Peace" in the computer labs right before you print up a one-page news summary, thereby making you 10 minutes late for your economics class. Whoa, I'm glad I got that off my chest.
