So Long, Farewell


Staff Writer

Saying goodbye is never an easy thing to do.  Try and think of a time when it was.  Not a “see ya later,” but “goodbye.”  

Think of it this way: You’re eating your favorite dessert.  Let’s say it’s a red velvet cake.  

You’re one bite away from no more cake.  

But there’s a terrible twist to this tale: After you take that final delicious bite of cake, it really is the final delicious bite of red velvet cake.  It’s gone.  The last red velvet cake on the planet.  Goodbye, red velvet cake.  

It’s a ridiculous analogy, I know.  But bear with me.  In just over a week, I’ll be a Piedmont graduate.  

It’s an accomplishment I’ve been working towards for the last four years.  It’s monumental.  But, at the same time, it’s a goodbye I have trouble saying.  

I’ve been working on the Navigator since my freshman year.  It started by writing 200-word movie reviews for the A&E section.  

Little did I know that I’d end up the Editor-in-Chief only a year later.  Without working on the Navigator, my life may have turned out a little differently.  

Through working on the newspaper, I’ve polished my skills as a writer and editor, learned what it means to work with and lead a team of collaborators, and experienced what it’s like to live in a newsroom several weekends out of the year.  

Then I started my theatre minor.  To say that my Piedmont College experience has been full is a slight understatement.  I’m proud of the way I’ve spent my time at Piedmont.  

As busy as I’ve been, I’ve still shared countless memories with my friends, residents, and fellow students.  The only downside, if you can even call it that, is that it makes it hard to move on.

I never started counting down the days to graduation.  Of course, I want to graduate, but there’s so much here at Piedmont that I’ll be leaving.  

No matter how much I wish I could just relive the last four years again, I know it’s not possible.  But I don’t have to leave it all behind.  

The experiences, the people, the memories, are all portable.  

So this isn’t goodbye, red velvet cake.  Piedmont, I’ll see ya later.