Sheesh, it really seems like another lifetime that I nervously emailed Dr. Fleming, just trying to get my foot in the door with The Rocket. Over my past four years and 150 pieces with all of you, my passion for writing has only grown, and I can’t believe some of what we’ve accomplished.
This goodbye isn’t for me to talk about how much I wrote or my favorite stories, so much as it is to thank some people that made Slippery Rock a better place for me.
First off, Karl, you continue to push me to be a better writer. Even though you’re worse at replying to texts than Lou Will is at steering clear of Magic City during a pandemic, I can’t thank you enough for your advice and help. As a freshman, seeing the way you wrote your women’s soccer recaps lit a fire under me to learn and grow. There are a few empty spaces for frames in the office that I fully believe our football coverage would have filled with national awards.
Tyler, it will always be cool to have the distinction of (probably) being the only brothers to run a student newspaper’s sports section through a pandemic. Considering some of the other circumstances we worked with, I’m beyond proud of what we’ve done. I know the future of the section is bright, as long as you and Maddie keep pushing.
For someone who had only written tennis before, Josh, your baseball writing has been top notch. As you have countless times since we met seven years ago, you really helped me out this semester, and your coverage has made the section better. Let me know if you get tired of trying to understand the economy.
Hannah, so much goes into being an editor-in-chief, and you’ve made it look easy. I know the future of journalism is in good hands. Keegan, I hope your work behind the camera affords you many more outrageously expensive Lego Star Wars sets.
Delaney, I can’t express to you how much I appreciate you pulling all-nighters with me and always wanting to be the first to read anything I write. Thank you for being my biggest fan and correcting my conversational grammar.
Of course, I have to mention my parents, who’ve never questioned my desire to write. You guys have picked up on what goes into what Tyler and I do, and your support really means the world to us.
It seems like yesterday that Karl, Aaron and I were weaving through the crowded streets of D.C., taking in the raucous crowd of Nationals fans celebrating their World Series win. What I wouldn’t do for one more normal trip to Quaker with you guys. I’m not sure how to close this without crying, sooooo…