I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry until the Monday of grad week. If you know me, even on the smallest of scales, you’ll know that there was no way I was going to make it. I made it as far as the Wittmen Crew concert this past Saturday night.
Even as I sit here typing this goodbye, it still doesn’t feel real that I’ll be a graduate of Wittenberg University in just two weeks. This year has absolutely flown by, and it feels like just yesterday that I stepped onto this campus for the very first time for a visit day and when my mom and I got home after that weekend, my acceptance letter was waiting for me on the dining room table.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to adequately describe what Wittenberg has meant to me, especially how The Torch has impacted my Wittenberg career. The Torch has been my family for three years, and I couldn’t be more thankful for the incredible opportunities and friendships that I’ve had as a staff writer, as Managing Editor and as this year’s Editor-in-Chief.
The 2018-2019 school year was full of amazing stories and opportunities for growth and learning for our staff writers and photographers, as well as the editorial board. We’ve learned quite a lot this year, and I know next year’s editorial board is going to do an amazing job, I’m not worried for them at all.
This Monday was my last time putting together an issue of The Torch, and I’ve been in the Torch office every Monday night since the beginning of my sophomore year. When I talk about The Torch, it’s so hard for me to explain my love for the organization because The Torch is an extension of me and my hard work. The Torch is and will always be a place for the voices of our student body.
I can’t say thank you enough to The Torch for everything that it has given to me during my Wittenberg career. I can’t say thank you enough to all of the friends I’ve made at Wittenberg, and the lifelong friendships that I’ll treasure forever. And most importantly, I can’t thank Wittenberg enough for teaching me how to be and love myself.
I guess there’s only one more thing left for me to say: “It’s not just four years; it’s for life.”
Thank you, Witt.