What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.
The Henry David Thoreau quote above succinctly sums up my feelings about the past two and a half years of my life. I have always had goals; something to look forward to achieving and to look forward to planning. When I was at Skidmore College my freshman year — and when I decided I no longer wanted to go to school there — I was often distracted by the transferring process despite my commitments to the field hockey team, my friends, my job and my schoolwork. I spent hours researching schools and applying, and then was forced to wait before eventually gaining acceptance to Boston University. Before moving to my new dorm just off Commonwealth Avenue, I joined The Daily Free Press, or what would become my home away from home. I joined, hoping to make a couple new friends and write a few news stories. Little did I know that signing up would catapult me to a whole new world I had never imagined.
Before joining the FreeP, my knowledge of journalism extended only to what I had read in my favorite newspapers. Since signing up, I’ve seen and done things I never thought were possible. I covered the Whitey Bulger trial and I covered the Boston Marathon bombings. I broke one of BU’s largest news stories last year when the FreeP announced BU administrators’ decision to shut down gender-neutral housing. I’ve learned how to take journalistic photos and how to bang out a 500-word news story in 10 minutes or less. I’ve also made amazing connections at my university and am so grateful to have had the chance to meet so many amazing individuals. Over the past year and a half, I’ve developed relationships with some of the smartest, most fascinating people in one of the world’s most amazing cities. I have made friends I’ll never forget. I really can’t get much luckier than that.
During my time at the FreeP, I was a staff writer, the Student Government beat reporter, an associate campus editor and the campus editor. After we put the paper to bed early this morning, though, my exact role became unclear for the first time since September 2012. Today is the first day that, as a BU student, I have not held a position on the paper’s news staff.
I move to London on Jan. 10 to study and intern abroad. It seems crazy that I found out I would be studying abroad on Oct. 9 and now, I’m set to travel in just under a month. Besides a desperate need to pack and little bit of unfinished business at the British Consulate, I’m all set, and I have a state of mind I haven’t in a long time. I have my travel plans nailed down. I have my UK internship set up as well. As soon as I finish my studies in London, I’m traveling and then moving right along, again, to my summer gig. I know everything that’s happening, to some degree, in the immediate future.
For now, I’ve reached all my goals and have transformed as a writer, journalist, editor and person. While sometimes by the end of the evening I was a tad worse for the wear, I always got something out of each night at our little office at 648 Beacon St. I’ve learned a lot about Boston, a lot about AP style and way more than I ever cared to know about higher education.
So, what now? There is nothing to organize. No issues to plan. No stories to edit.
The semester flew by. The next month will too.
I think, for now, I’m just going to sit back and let it all rush by me.