“Time is not a line but a series of now-points.” -Taisen Deshi
Life is made up of moments. Your first kiss, the first time a
pet dies, your first days of school. All these, and a thousand
bigger and smaller memories, make up my life.
So when I think over my time here at CSU, it only seems
appropriate that certain moments – some important, some less so –
jump to mind. Some are personal while some are moments everybody
remembers, although maybe differently. I don’t remember my first
day of classes-not to mention what classes I took last spring-but
what amazes me are the little moments I do remember.
“No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are
made. Destiny is made known silently.” -Agnes de Mille
I remember driving down Meridian the first day I came to visit
campus, and the feeling I got that this campus might actually be
home, unlike all the others I had seen. I remember the first day I
toured the Collegian newsroom and how big and intimidating it
seemed, but how exciting and electric it felt at the same time.
I remember hugging my Dad before my family drove away, leaving
me standing on the sidewalk outside Eddy HHHhall trying to stop
myself from crying so I could go to work.
I remember waking up in Newsom Hall on Sept. 11, 2001, to my
roommate telling me two planes had flown into the World Trade
Center in New York. I remember what the student center looked and
sounded like that day-crowded and silent. I remember my family
asking me to come home, and both wanting to and not wanting to at
the same time. I told them I had class and a deadline at the
Collegian, and my father said no, I didn’t, that nothing would ever
be the same again.
But it was, at least similar. Some times I remember, other times
seem like a blur of classes and work … always work.
“It is only when I am doing my work that I feel truly alive.”
The one thing that never changed and was always there was my
work at the Collegian. When I came to college everybody said, “Get
involved, you’ll be happier.” So I did. I threw myself into working
here. And of all the valuable things I’ve learned in classes,
nothing has been as valuable or a memorable as my time here.
I remember my first front page story, my first really big crime
story, the first time I had to run a correction.
I remember the first time I met the editor in chief my freshman
year, the first time I interviewed former CSU President Al Yates,
and how quiet and in control he seemed. Some of these memories are
just that – memories – while others bring up emotions like
excitement or fear or dread.
I think everybody probably has one defining thing they’ll
remember about their time in college and more often than not I’ll
bet it wasn’t class. For me, it was working at the Collegian; more
specifically, working with the people I’ve met here.
“Sooner or later, everything gets down to people.” -Don
Which is, as always, what all of my time at CSU comes down to.
The friends I made (not thousands, admittedly, but good ones), the
people I’ve worked with and for, and the professors I’ve had.
That’s what I’ll remember from my time at CSU.
“We must always have old memories and young hopes.” – Arsene