BY KACY REECE – STAFF WRITER
As a departing senior I’m finally about to begin my journey as a full-fledged adult. There were times when I didn’t think this day would come, but here I am writing my last editorial for “The Crusader.” I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to think how I would start this, and each time I’m left with a blank document. But here we go.
Here’s to you, Susquehanna.
This is for all the students I’m leaving behind, all the rising seniors that have been with me through my journey at Susquehanna, to the sophomores that I’ve only begun to know, and to the first-years. I’m not going to lie; I felt the least connected to the first-year class. It’s not because you’re not wonderful; it is just that over this year I realized I’m no longer the one you’ll be getting to know. I won’t get a chance to see you become the next student manager of the mailroom, and I won’t be there to see you follow your dream of being the next editor-in-chief of the newspaper. You’ll share these experiences with others, and that’s okay. If I can leave you all with any advice it is to get out of your comfort zone, dare to be different and strive to take the path that others are too scared to venture on.
Here’s to you, my professors.
It’s hard to describe in words how above and beyond you have gone to not only make sure I received an education but to make me feel welcomed and loved on our campus. Professor Foltz, I had the absolute pleasure of being in your Essentials of Digital Media class my very first semester, and I knew from the start you were a star. You’re always saying our work is “wicked.” Well you, my friend, are “wicked awesome.” You spend countless hours working with students on projects, and it’s not just a job—we know you help us because you genuinely care.
Dr. Romberger, you were my academic advisor right from the start, and you guided me through my classes with your gentle nature and helpful attitude. I’m going to miss our semester updates on everything going on in life and all your words of wisdom.
It feels strange to address you as Professor Wenzel, so we’ll just stick with Gordon. Gordon, you’re unlike any of my other professors here at Susquehanna. You’re a tough person to impress, but when I did it always made it that much better. You have so much real life experience in the photography world; it’s daunting to think if I could ever get to that level. But thank you for teaching me how to see and for providing constructive criticism on my photographs. I only hope that maybe one day I can come back and show you all the photographs I’ve taken in life.
Here’s to you, President Lemons.
You are the celebrity of our university; you are the face to students. I’ll never forget when in the fall of my junior year I was sulking across campus because it was getting colder out. As I walked I heard a voice say hello, and it was Prez Lems. You could tell I was stressed and you gave me one of your famous hugs and made my day instantly better. You care so much about this campus and the students that go here, so thank you for taking a million pictures at the night before finals and thank you for opening your home to us, time and time again. It’s people like you who make Susquehanna not only a school but also a home.
Here’s to the staff of the university.
By staff I mean those that most of us forget are here when in reality we couldn’t function without. This is my biggest thank you. Thank you to facilities, Aramark, Public Safety, Residence Life and all those who do the behind-the-scenes work at Susquehanna. I’ve held jobs on campus where you’re unappreciated and taken for granted, but I want to say you are not forgotten by me. I’m going to miss the ladies at Ele’s next year and the people who just smile as I walk by.
I want to take a moment and address two very near and dear staff of the university that I’ll miss most of all: Miss Rhelda and Miss Lori. Now Lori, she is a wild child, and I can’t count the number of times we’ve shared a laugh. I am especially going to miss seeing her killer dance moves. For those of you who don’t know the next person I’m about to talk about, you’re missing out. She is the manager of the student mail center and by far my favorite boss in the history of forever. Rhelda is the kind of boss that you can talk with about “The Walking Dead” and no one gets grossed out. She’s fun-spirited and the most wonderful person. She is the kind of person that forces you to watch the stupidest movies on Netflix and somehow you end up liking them just because she does. She is a hidden gem on this campus and I thank her for being such a role model for me.
Here’s to you, my fellow graduates.
Graduation day is quickly approaching; it is a mere 17 days left until we throw on our caps, put on actual clothes and watch as our parents cry again. The first time was freshman year when they were crying as we were leaving them, and now they’re crying because we don’t have a job yet and we’re moving back into the basement. We have the honor and the privilege of being the final class to graduate Susquehanna as Crusaders. We can wear our orange and maroon proudly and accept our diplomas. Our lives are only just beginning when we walk across that stage. Who cares if we don’t have a job yet or we’re moving back home? You have just graduated from college and you deserve to be happy and excited. Don’t let societal norms stop you from being content; embrace your passions and reach for the stars, because you are a graduate of the 2016 class of Susquehanna.
And finally here’s to you, Kacy.
You were so scared four years ago when you were back in Maryland contemplating what the future would have in store. You weren’t sure if Susquehanna was the path, but it felt like home so you went for it, and now you can stand fulfilled because you know more. You know now that there’s no one path in life that we are destined to travel on. You know that life is ever changing and you’re ready to change with it. Susquehanna has been an adventure like no other. You have had people touch your heart and have made friends that will stay with you forever. You discovered perfection is not a word to describe someone—it just doesn’t exist—and you’ve learned what it means to serve a community. Best of all though Kacy, you’ve learned to love yourself and I hope you never forget these last few words: let love in, and you’ll always be loved.