2008 Woodie Awards
The Signpost
By: Liz Hunter
Issue date: 4/20/07 Section: TimeOut
On Monday morning, I woke up ready, like all of you, to start yet another week closer to the end of the semester. It was business as usual for me, just another Monday. I had a list of things to accomplish before the day was done, a list that included writing my last column for the year. It was going to be a bittersweet event for me. Though I'm as burnt out as ever at this point in the semester and ready to finish up with everything, I've really enjoyed writing this column.
Stressful as it can be, I'll miss it. It has been a constant challenge and, accordingly, a constant source of fulfillment. I've made fun of every clique I could think of, I've been sarcastic, and every now and then, I like to think that I made an occasional insight. Through the good weeks, the bad weeks, and the off weeks, my attempt has always been to relate the experiences that we all share as college students, faculty, and community members to create little pieces of observation that remind us why this thing called college is such a great thing to be involved in.
On Monday morning, I was ready to dig in, once again joking and jabbing my way through a carefully arranged, 600-word reflection of what it means to be a college student in today's world, and more specifically, what it means to be a Clemson Tiger. Then, of course, I turned on the news, and that changed everything.
I won't even begin to express the feelings I've had over the last few days regarding the tragedy that has occurred. I don't even know if the word tragedy is sufficient for an event that is every bit as unconceivable as it is a reality. It would be pretentious to assume that my feelings have been any different than the feelings we're all experiencing, so I won't attempt to describe or express them. Still, though, I am faced with a deadline, an unwritten column, and the sudden realization of how insignificant any of my words would be at this point in time.
After Monday's terrifying events, people rushed to many different quick conclusions. Some people reacted by placing blame. Others warped the tragedy as a means to support specific political agendas. Still others reacted by questioning the safety of college campuses around the nation.
Stressful as it can be, I'll miss it. It has been a constant challenge and, accordingly, a constant source of fulfillment. I've made fun of every clique I could think of, I've been sarcastic, and every now and then, I like to think that I made an occasional insight. Through the good weeks, the bad weeks, and the off weeks, my attempt has always been to relate the experiences that we all share as college students, faculty, and community members to create little pieces of observation that remind us why this thing called college is such a great thing to be involved in.
On Monday morning, I was ready to dig in, once again joking and jabbing my way through a carefully arranged, 600-word reflection of what it means to be a college student in today's world, and more specifically, what it means to be a Clemson Tiger. Then, of course, I turned on the news, and that changed everything.
I won't even begin to express the feelings I've had over the last few days regarding the tragedy that has occurred. I don't even know if the word tragedy is sufficient for an event that is every bit as unconceivable as it is a reality. It would be pretentious to assume that my feelings have been any different than the feelings we're all experiencing, so I won't attempt to describe or express them. Still, though, I am faced with a deadline, an unwritten column, and the sudden realization of how insignificant any of my words would be at this point in time.
After Monday's terrifying events, people rushed to many different quick conclusions. Some people reacted by placing blame. Others warped the tragedy as a means to support specific political agendas. Still others reacted by questioning the safety of college campuses around the nation.
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