Senior reflects on her time at CC

Sydni Wilson, Editor

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When I first arrived at Columbia College, I was an 18-year-old woman who thought I had the world figured out; I was so wrong.

The past four years have been filled with new experiences, inside and outside of the classroom. Not all of these experiences have been positive. However, whether they were good or bad, I wouldn’t change them for anything.

After a week here, I realized that I knew nothing. I was an insecure young woman, unsure of who she was and what she wanted in life.

My first year was when I discovered that I was meant to be a writer. In the fall semester, I was enrolled in a political blogging course. I thought that the course was the hardest one I would ever take. That’s okay, though; all first-years are naïve about one thing or another. Consider it a rite of passage.

Sophomore year saw more exciting opportunities. I had the opportunity to intern as a sports reporter at The State newspaper. This internship taught me numerous things about writing, such as the importance of thorough interviewing, but it also taught me important qualities that make me who I am. I learned that I can be extremely assertive when I need to be, and I can do anything I set my mind to, including biting my tongue when a coach asks me if I can “understand the concept of 11 men on a field.”

During my junior year, I served as the assistant editor for The PostScript and started working in the Academic Skills Center as a writing consultant and classroom partner.

Now, here I am. This year, I serve as an editor for The PostScript. I still work in the Academic Skills Center. I have an internship doing social media for a small, nonprofit organization.

In just under two weeks, I’ll be graduating from Columbia College. I have completed a major in writing for print and digital media and a minor in English literature.

I am a first generation college student, and while I’m extremely proud of myself, I cannot take all of the credit for this.

Two of the people I credit my success to are Claudia Smith Brinson, senior lecturer of writing for print and digital media, and Emily Ward, senior lecturer of public relations and writing for print and digital media.

Professor Brinson has constantly pushed me to be the best writer and person that I possibly can be. She has served as both a professor and mentor. When I have doubts about myself, regardless of whether it’s about writing or something else, she always makes time to talk to me about what’s going on in my life. While there have been times over the past four years where I question if I’m a masochist for choosing this major, she always serves as a reminder that I’m where I need to be. She has certainly prepared me for the “working world,” and I feel confident that I can handle anything that’s thrown at me.

From the moment I met Professor Ward, she has shown tremendous faith in me. Professor Ward has always taken the time to hear my ideas about writing and The PostScript, and she didn’t have to. She has shown her support for me from the beginning, and she has made me believe in myself when I felt like I couldn’t. Professor Ward has helped me become more confident in who I am as a writer and as a person. At the same time, she has taught me to never be afraid to ask for help when I need it. For this, I cannot thank her enough.

The final person I give credit to is Kara Anderson, a junior writing for print and digital media major.

Although I’ve known Kara for three years, we’ve become best friends over the last year and a half. I can honestly say that having her in my life has made things so much better. When I find out good news, she’s the first person I go to. On the other hand, when I need a shoulder to cry on, she’s the first person I call. Kara probably knows me better than I know myself, which says a lot. In a life that has so many uncertainties, she is one person I know I can depend on.

I owe the three of them more than I will ever be able to say. They’ll have to settle for this, for now.

Over the past four years, I have grown to be a strong, independent woman. I’ve spent many nights laughing so hard until I cried, and I’ve also spent many nights crying until all I could do was laugh. Friendships have come and gone. Many questionable meals have been eaten in the late hours of the night.

My time at Columbia College has made me who I am today, and I hope other students can say the same.

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