If you ask journalism majors what they fear most, itâ€™s probably math. Logarithms? I can spell the word, but not tell you how to solve them. Calculus? I never took anything more advanced than pre-calc.
In an attempt to bring my university education full circle, my final piece as a student journalist will be a collection of stats and numbers. As much as I hate to admit it on the eve of my graduation, math seems to be the only way to crunch four years into 400 words.
Freshman year is a bit fuzzy (for more than one reason), but there were three-hour volleyball games outside Parmelee Hall, Johnny Walker on the cover of the Collegian after CSUâ€™s 14-10 win over CU in the Showdown, two-week-long best friends, and 18 surprisingly easy credits a semester â€“â€“ though it seemed 10 times harder than high school.
Sophomore year was two semesters as a Resident Assistant at Corbett Hall with zero write-ups (donâ€™t ask me how that happened), the Rockies improbable 21 out of 22 game run to the World Series, a $250 ticket to game three and taking on a double major.
Junior year brought a last-minute decision to study abroad in New Zealand, which wound up taking me 14,000 miles away from Colorado for five months. I added two life-long friends, hundreds of pictures and survived one near-death experience backpacking in the New Zealand Alps.
Senior year saw my 21st birthday, leading to an exponential drain on my bank account, eight months at Student Media, at least 15 revisions to my resume, and the prospect of paying back student loans (for an amount I wonâ€™t reveal).
Multiply all this by 140 credits, dozens of papers, at least 20 group projects, and too many nights staying up until 3 a.m. and my college career is reduced to a spreadsheet.
But this by-the-numbers approach does a disservice to CSU. When friends and family ask for my 10-year plan, I joke that Iâ€™ll be a freelance writer for Rolling Stone or some other large, prestigious magazine â€“â€“ not much different than my wide-eyed prediction at 15 years old.
And Iâ€™m one step closer to making that joke a reality. In the summer, I begin a year-long internship with a Web company, updating blogs and writing copy for several e-commerce sites. Best of all, itâ€™s based just outside of Fort Collins, allowing me to stay in the town Iâ€™ve grown to call home.
Without my time here, my prospects would be much slimmer. I wonâ€™t pretend things are ideal, but Iâ€™m thankful for the countless hours that teachers, advisers, parents and friends invested in me. And thatâ€™s math I can stand behind.