by Ryan Kohlhof

Well, this is really awkward. I hate to be cliche and say, “OMG this is my last column ever, *sobs*” but well, it is. This will be one of the last pieces I can put my semi-personal thoughts into, and it’s just really weird to think about, and I’m feeling quite nostalgic. So let me do another cliche thing and talk about my feelings over Journalism.
What was it now, sophomore year? The year Gunnar Davis convinced me to fill out an application to join this class. It never really occurred to me what I was getting myself into, and honestly, it was nothing that I expected. I was pretty shocked when I realized what all the class involved. My first experience of calling a business to see if they wanted an ad was terrifying, and I’m pretty sure they told me no. You also have to be constantly evolving to handle different types of stories that you’re not use to. Don’t even get me started on my first interview because it was just a bunch of awkwardness and “umm”s.
This class was exceedingly different from my other classes, though. You are granted quite a bit of freedom, but at the same time, you are limited in everything you do. In most classes, you could be like, eh, I don’t want to do this assignment, and the only people you are letting down are yourself and your teacher. (But don’t worry, I don’t do that kind of stuff.) With this class, it’s like feeling as if everyone is counting on you to go in, get the facts, write a killer story and turn it in before deadlines. The class objective itself is fairly tough, but if you put in effort and plan your time right, you’ll do just fine. But what really makes the class the greatest is the people.
If you’re expecting me to write in great detail about each person right now, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I already did, so go look at my other column.
It’s very hard to articulate how I feel about Journalism. It’s one of those things that you have to be a part of to understand, but every single day is just absolutely abnormal, which would be normal for that class, so is that some sort of an oxymoron? I don’t know, but being in that class really brings you out and makes you feel more comfortable voicing your opinions and talking to people. I can’t even imagine who I would be if I hadn’t taken this class.
I will miss this class a lot, but I will miss the people even more. They’ve all impacted my life in such a tremendous way. So I’ll end on one more cliche statement: Let us not say goodbye, but as the French have it, “Au Revoir!” because I’m sure of it, sometime, somewhere, we will meet again.