Today’s Editorial-Editorial Cartoon meeting with the new Editorial Board confirmed that our year is really over. I actually found it quite difficult to keep my mouth from inserting input every now and then. I forgot that that was their time already.
This is my good-bye message to my beloved staff who was so patient and mature with me for one whole year. Thank you so much guys! I hope you continue the good work with KC and her successor and successor after that and after that and after that.
When I was appointed as News Editor 0910, I had no idea how to react. I wanted to cry but I wasn’t sure if it was out of joy or torment. The announcement was like a wasted surprise, if it was a surprise at all. After all, during my panel, the senior editors were pushing the position on me hard, dropping hints and prodding me about it. I could tell they weren’t really taking my protests seriously. Even though I came from that staff, I applied for a different position, one which I felt was much lighter and could accommodate next semester’s thesis load better. But despite my endless excuses, my prophecy of being a failed editor, I still landed the job, with the reason that I was perfect for it. Semi-flattered, I accepted it with my mouth hanging open but I have to admit that I was a little disheartened and un-motivated, especially during the first few months. The work was automatic, I felt it was subpar to last year’s but still satisfactory, obviously the passion was short of what the staff and org deserved. Every time we had a lapse, I’d always blame the fact that I didn’t run for this position and there was so much hesitation in accepting it–it was THEIR mistake choosing someone who didn’t want the job in the first place.
But after months of complacency, I saw my staffers, bursting with enthusiasm and interest. Like little excited puppies (this is not an insult, by the way) trotting after their mother, they really wanted to learn, to grow, and more importantly, they loved the work. I felt guilty and undeserving to have such motivated people work for little ol lazy me. The eager look on their faces made me realize that I had to step up my game just so they could have half of what they should have had at the very beginning. I tried to psych myself and get myself more involved emotionally. I realized that we were/are a team, and a good one at that. I had to act for everyone’s behalf and not just close myself on what I thought. Go News!
I hope that in the years to come, you continue to be as driven and crazy. Being jaded is a rule that News Editors enforce! Cheers to a great Comeback staff who made my life more dramatic and worthwhile.
The NEWS COMMANDMENT: Remember thy deadlineth.
Sub-commandment: Please try to divert KC’s attention from alcohol.