News editor, asst. news editorSpring 2006 – Fall 2007

I have one woman to personally thank, really, for inadvertently shaping the majority of my college experience at Syracuse University – at least up to this point. Who is this magic lady? Chancellor Nancy Cantor.

I’ll let that one simmer for just a second.

If it weren’t for Cantor’s rash decision in 2005 to shut down HillTV entirely – instead of punishing only those involved in the production of ‘Over the Hill’ – I wouldn’t have left that student-run media outlet in favor of a better one. I never thought I’d survive four semesters at The D.O., let alone meet so many great people along the way.

And now, a few deserved shout outs:

Melissa D.: Your eclectic music taste is delicious. Thanks for introducing me to Ugly Casanova, The Weakerthans, among others. Have a brilliant spring as news editor. No blow job stories!

Reilly: You brought a fresh perspective to the news section, and your ideas were greatly appreciated. Here’s never having to call Cantor’s administration ever again. Ever. Also, go Phillies!

Chelsea: Two words – Paul Gandel. Thanks for your hard work and extreme dedication, especially in dealing with that pesky Syracuse Police Department. You’re always up for a challenge. Keep it up.

Steph: Thanks for slipping into the office when we were down a man. I hope you stick around a few more semesters.

Con Con: You PD’d the shit out of the newspaper. I don’t know how you did it. (Skipping classes probably helped). I enjoyed nights with Girl Talk. Look, it’s Lyons Hall!

Kelsey: Thanks for putting up with all my last-minute changes. I owe you a pet duck.

Hannah: I’m going to miss peeking out the window and spotting you in the apartment opposite. You have so much spunk, charisma and energy. Best of luck in all you do.

Casey: Are you a virgin, fatty?

Emily: Who put salt on my sidewalk chalkolate?! Thanks for the Scribble sneak peeks.

Erinn: Wanted – Middle-aged black man with sass. Big butt. Bigger heart. Your dry sarcasm is simply unmatched. Keep Levin in check this semester.

Mel: Spot news wasn’t the same this time around. I’m looking forward to more hanging out now that both of us are finally D.O. alumni. Harry’s anyone?

Andy: You took the craziest routes to P&C, but I won’t hold it against you. Also, sorry I didn’t visit your section as much as I did in the spring. Of course, it didn’t take you long to figure out why.

Fish: No more SA calls from me. Yay!

Mere: Your apartment is huge. I haven’t told you enough. You work so hard, and it’s already paying off Miss Washington Post. Never lose your drive.

A.J.: I don’t know if you heard about this yet, but apparently Starbucks injects dog piss into its coffee, to give it that distinctive flavor. No that’s a lie. Thanks for your random comedy, and for rooming with me in the Butt House. (We lived together!)

Steve: Why did we let you pack EVERYTIME? We made a huge mistake.

P. Tilley: We never had that back-in-the-States crepe, did we? No hard feelings though, I’m still voting for you in November.

Melissa V.: Melissa! I’ll miss your contagious laugh the most. You deserve a great boyfriend, but stay away from the crazies. Happy ghost hunting.

Laura: Had it not been for you, I wouldn’t know the ‘Rent’ soundtrack as well as I do today. You also taught me just about everything I know about newspapers. Thanks for not losing faith in me after that Black Voice article fiasco.

Sohnston: You’re so positive, more so than most people. Congrats on graduating, and here’s to sharing a few Blue Moons down the road. Yep, it’s made with bits of real panther, so you know it’s good.

Katie: Acrop? We climbed that bitch. Kudos for not giving up on me after our special sidewalk episode. Your friendship means so much to me, yet we have THE REST OF OUR LIVES for even more laughs and smart conversation. I’ve got an idea for the next time we cross paths: you, me, the ‘Stones and some pudding. (And maybe some afternoon delight as well. Who knows, could be crazy).

Dana: You are a rock star, and your absence is evident. I can’t thank you enough for seeing something in that intimidated, innocent freshman me a few years ago and thrusting me into your circle of friends. You have a kind heart, and introduced me to so many things – both good and bad. Make it eh spicy!

Pup food runs: You are missed. I never went alone.

Beer pong: You are also missed.

Everyone else I couldn’t fit: So long, and thanks for all the fish.

If you’ve found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can’t wait until sixty-five – Morrie Schwartz

Published on January 24, 2008 at 12:00 pm