Volume 93, Issue 101
Friday, April 7, 2000
Things I know I should have said more often
And so it ends.
Condensing three years of volunteering, writing and editing into one column is not an easy task, but one that I am faced with nonetheless. As an aspiring writer, I don't ever like to think of myself as being at a loss for words, yet here I am, about as close as I've ever come to that dilemma.
It's difficult to describe what The Gazette has come to mean to me. It has evolved from something I would pick up to pass the time in class, to something for which I would sacrifice my time, my social life and often, my sanity. More than a simple addiction, it became a way of life for me and as this life prepares to dramatically change, I do not look forward to the transition.
The things that I have seen, learned and experienced in this office will be with me for the rest of my life and have made me not only a better writer, but a better person. It has been inspiring to work day in and day out in an environment that breeds such dedication. It has been an honour to be in the presence of so many people who have given so much of themselves and received so little in return.
To these people, the staff and volunteers of The Gazette, I will be forever grateful. They put themselves on the line every day and challenged this paper to evolve and improve and helped it to do both.
I'm also thankful to every single student who picked up the paper even once, especially those who took the time to tell us what they thought of our work. Love us or hate us, we tried to be there for you and I take pride in the belief that we served you well.
There are also people to whom I'm not so thankful. People who stood in front of us and tried to diminish the principles we represented simply because they could. I am eternally disappointed the largest and most consistent obstacles we faced didn't come from the Western community, but from our own publishers, the University Students' Council.
Gazette/USC relations have never been stellar, but it is still troubling to reflect on how quickly our relationship soured. To chalk these problems up to miscommunication and misunderstandings would make me as naive about our "employer/employee" relationship as I was when I first started.
That said, I have no regrets over how we handled every one of these situations and take solace in the fact that we did the best we could with the hand we were dealt, against an opponent who held all the cards.
So now, as I move on to bigger, but definitely not better, things, I will always hold a place in my heart for Room 263 of the University Community Centre. I've given The Gazette my all for three years, but I'll owe it for the rest of my life.
No goodbyes, just good times.
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