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Kim Green: ‘Writers don’t retire’
Andy Rooney, one of the most influential journalists of our time and times before, has worked on television since its birth, but he was always insistent on one fact: he was simply a writer.
On his farewell to CBS’s “60 Minutes,” he said in his last segment, “My Lucky Life,” “This is a moment I’ve dreaded. I wish I could do this forever; I can’t though. But, I am not retiring; writers don’t retire, and I will always be a writer.”
Well, I am only 22 and unlike Mr. Rooney, I am just getting started. But, as far as my time with the Chronicle, the time has come to say goodbye and I leave here with two things I know for certain: this was never about luck, and I really do wish I could do this forever.
I have worked for this newspaper for only two semesters, moving from an eager staff writer to news editor, and in that time, I believe I have gained the most valuable journalism education that is possible to leave this university with. In these very pages, I evolved from a timid and unsure writer to someone who is proud to show her work. I know exactly who is to thank for that change, and it is my fellow writers and editors. You all gave me a shot that I did not deserve, and I thank you.
I know this is the part when I am supposed to leave you all with some advice that I have collected over the past four years. All I have to offer is the advice to be the writer of your own story at Quinnipiac. Although joining an organization your senior year may be viewed as unconventional, I know wholeheartedly that this is exactly what I was supposed to do. I encourage everyone to seek out their passion and never be hesitant by the feelings of not being good enough, because with a little hard work, you can be great.
In my sixth-grade yearbook I wrote that when I grow up, I want to be a journalist. Now here I am, 10 years later, graduating with a degree in print journalism and writing my farewell to this publication that I can proudly say was an unmatchable life experience. I can hardly believe it.
As my name disappears from the bylines of these pages, I am uncertain of what path I will be taking and what lies ahead of me for my future. Hey, maybe I’ll end up on TV like Rooney. But there is one thing I know for sure: I am, and always will be, a writer.