The end of the year is a chance to reflect. It's the opportune moment to look back, submit to waves of nostalgia, or perhaps begin the mental blocking process, if your experiences have led you in that direction. Also, it's an appropriate occasion for confession.
Ahem.
So, this is probably an OK time to admit I ripped off my column name from episode titles of "Private Practice." In my defense, it was not a conscious effort. I realized this a few months into the job while perusing a TV Guide at the supermarket. I decided to leave it be, pending a fire-breathing memo from ABC. So far, so good.
Secondly, the election season was particularly tough because - shocker alert - I'm not as politically unbiased as I come off. I'm a liberal. Ass. Registered Democrat. Filthy left-winger. (I stop at tree-loving hippie. Thanks, though.) It was difficult to sweep my ideals into a tightly shut box and carry it around in my over-sized Urban Outfitters boho bag. Some are really appreciative I was able to do it. Others, mostly readers, tell me they'd rather see my poorly-masked partiality shoved up my-
I always wonder how those sentiments are completed. However, I curiously find myself with an itch to jog, very quickly, in some opposite direction during these moments. Anyway, what's wrong with having opinions and subtly trying to impose them upon others? Exactly. The American way, no? P.S.: It is entirely coincidental that our editorial cartoon subscription was to a pretty consistently-liberal artist.
Furthermore, it should probably be acknowledged that things haven't gone particularly smoothly with the Associated Students of New Mexico State University this year. As with any relationship of such intensity, things can get rocky. Nobody appreciates having their name misprinted, words misquoted or event overlooked for coverage, just as no one enjoys wrongful assumptions. Additionally, it sucks when bridges are burned and left to fossilize.
This may sound like some pretty obscure referencing, but regardless, student government is our other half, our soul mate - we're bound by a higher power. That is, certain budgetary powers. However, that's beside the point. We're mutually dependent, we of the government and media. For better or worse. Here's to a little more 'better' and a lot less 'worse'.
Also, it's a good time to note we gave up on making sense of the presidential search about five papers-in this semester. The quest for a permanent head of the university has become the Great Unsolved Mystery of the 2008-09 academic year. It was postponed until the end of the school year, and everyone obligingly hushed. It never fails to amuse and intrigue when something that causes so much disruption can just fade away. Swine flu, anyone?
That said, it's been a real pleasure. Through the good (bringing you our best campus coverage), the bad (borrowing the ASNMSU slogan for an exposé on campus drug dealing), and the ugly (being fooled by a carny claiming his name to be 'Jack Mehoff' - "He said it with an accent!"), you were there, reading, writing in, and affectionately leaving behind Round Up issues in the bathroom stalls for your campus brethren.
This column will now self-destruct.
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