Managing Editor: 'I'm getting the hell out of Dodge'
Charlie McIntosh
Issue date: 12/9/09 Section: Viewpoints
Writing a "farewell" is anything but easy. Each attempt at writing an eloquent and meaningful column quickly turns into a "suicide confessional," which is neither the purpose of this essay nor my desire for the future.
As much as I would love to provide you all with an epic piece of contemporary literature, the only thing I'm really required to do is give a brief summary of my academic career along with appreciation. Seeing as the bare minimum is what got me into college to begin with, the bare minimum is what you're going to get now.
Sparing you the enjoyable but mostly uneventful backstory of my youth as a Marine Corps brat, I'll just refer to "the beginning" as my time at Westview High School.
Honestly, I can't really remember it. High school for me was pretty much one giant hangover, in the literal and metaphorical sense.
I could have studied. I could have gone to school more often. I chose not to. I saw high school as an opportunity to make as many friends, drink as many beers and commit as many misdemeanors as possible. In that regard, high school was a complete success.
Cliches are annoying, recurring truths, and so it goes that I would drop out when I was 17 years old. I continued my education by attending the "prestigious" Carroll Academy in Huntingdon, Tenn., for about four months in pursuit of my GED.
A fine institution, Carroll Academy presented me with an opportunity to experience the higher aspects of contemporary civilization. While many of you were attending senior prom and taking your graduation photographs, I was taking piss tests, getting bitten, teaching other "GED candidates" how to read and observing kids stab each other with sporks.
All of its angelic bells and whistles aside, Carroll Academy was just an alternative route to college. I earned a perfect score on the GED and was able to basically half-ass my way into college, on the condition that I receive a heaping helping of remedial courses.
As much as I would love to provide you all with an epic piece of contemporary literature, the only thing I'm really required to do is give a brief summary of my academic career along with appreciation. Seeing as the bare minimum is what got me into college to begin with, the bare minimum is what you're going to get now.
Sparing you the enjoyable but mostly uneventful backstory of my youth as a Marine Corps brat, I'll just refer to "the beginning" as my time at Westview High School.
Honestly, I can't really remember it. High school for me was pretty much one giant hangover, in the literal and metaphorical sense.
I could have studied. I could have gone to school more often. I chose not to. I saw high school as an opportunity to make as many friends, drink as many beers and commit as many misdemeanors as possible. In that regard, high school was a complete success.
Cliches are annoying, recurring truths, and so it goes that I would drop out when I was 17 years old. I continued my education by attending the "prestigious" Carroll Academy in Huntingdon, Tenn., for about four months in pursuit of my GED.
A fine institution, Carroll Academy presented me with an opportunity to experience the higher aspects of contemporary civilization. While many of you were attending senior prom and taking your graduation photographs, I was taking piss tests, getting bitten, teaching other "GED candidates" how to read and observing kids stab each other with sporks.
All of its angelic bells and whistles aside, Carroll Academy was just an alternative route to college. I earned a perfect score on the GED and was able to basically half-ass my way into college, on the condition that I receive a heaping helping of remedial courses.
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Aaron
posted 12/09/09 @ 12:54 PM CST
As many negative comments as I have posted I would like to tell you that you have done a good job. There will always be errors but there won't always be a good editor. (Continued…)
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