I'm sitting in the Collegian. Andrew and Rossilynne are talking in her office. The maintenance people are cleaning and replacing garbage bags. Allison is reading page 2.
It's my last night as a slot editor. Dave just tightened my last page. I wrote my last headline, pulled my last AP brief ... and made my last mark on the Collegian.
Tomorrow starts the crazy-ness. I'll be in the Collegian for as much of it as I can (though with a little time in front of Old Main in my favorite spot reading). Though I'm not slotting tomorrow, I want to be here with my friends, my family, for one last night. And then after page 2 is turned in we pile into cars and head to Lewistown for the final press run.
Then Tom's picnic, then the formal, then the senior picnic, then finals ... then reality.
I realized today I spent NINE semesters at the Collegian. More semesters than I even took classes.
Maybe if I just don't go to bed tomorrow will never come and everything won't have to end.
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