That’s What She Said…

Sometimes, even for the best of writers, it is hard to find the words to say. How do my readers expect me to summarize the last four years, three of which have been with The Guidon, into a short few paragraphs? How can I condense all of the work we have done this year into just a few sentences?

I will try to do so without sounding like a Hallmark card.

When I came here nearly four years ago, I was starry-eyed and open-hearted. I was in love with a dream and my own sense of triumph having gotten into college when that was not always realistic. I let every criticism cut me down to the point that it was visible on my, then, frail frame. I let my desire for perfection get in the way of my creativity and sense of fun. As a result of my time here at NU, and in particular with this little paper, I am walking out of here with fierce passion in my eyes and a more guarded heart with its own secretary to kindly blow off any and all unnecessary commentary. I am strong in body and in mind: I grew up. And for that, I thank Norwich.

That is something that I still have to remind myself of, when the stress and disappointment that life here on the Hill deals out becomes too much. My views of Norwich have changed much over time – from excitement to confusion, from disappointment to pride. I have had a very interesting four-year whirlwind relationship with not just the Corps, but the university as a whole.

The point is not to say that NU is perfect or that everyone should join the student paper, but to say that if you look for the “why?” factor – what the real story is – in all of the stressful situations campus life presents to you as we do here at The Guidon, you will be surprised by how much you can learn.

For me, these last four years have been increasingly challenging in many ways, such as having the paper temporarily held from distribution last semester or being criticized for my work. While the bad has never ceased to knock me down a peg or two, I have in turn never ceased to be surprised by how much I can survive and thrive through. And for that, I thank NU.

Maybe when the last reader closes this paper and tucks it (neatly) into the recycling bin, I and all of the work done this year will be forgotten. But, the value of this paper and this overall educational experience is something that those of us who were involved in will carry on.

So, here’s to the end of a chapter in my life and the beginning of a new one for all.

The Guidon Forever. Norwich Forever.

With all Due Respect,

Arielle Eaton

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