North Wind News Editor says goodbye

Robyn Goodman

If you ask any of my friends or family about The North Wind, they will most likely tell you that it’s about darn time I’m done working here, and while I do love my job, I couldn’t agree more. The North Wind has allowed me to meet interesting people and do things I never would have gotten to without working here, such as seeing President Barack Obama speak and getting to hang out with very important newspapers.

And while I do appreciate those opportunities, this job kicked my butt. All of my free time is spent in the office or looking for stories, and yes, I do know how great it is that I got this job, don’t get me wrong, but damn, give me some free time. And I’m not whining. I know the importance of the opportunities I’ve had, but this is a goodbye column. I might as well just lay it all out on the table.

Okay, now for the serious, sentimental stuff that everyone knows I just love. Before I got my job at The North Wind, I stuck to my little group of friends, but my first day on the job thrust me into a whole new sea of people who love the same things I do. We always had the latest scoop and my roommate used to say she loved living with the news editor because she too knew everything that was going on on campus. I got to interview whoever I felt like, as long as I said it was for The North Wind, and as long as I hadn’t already pissed them off somehow.

I got to under cover things about the university that I never would have gotten to without working for The North Wind, such as why the PEIF pass hasn’t been passed, and the reasons behind moving Temaki and Tea.

Last, but certainly not least, my Wednesday nights will be much more calm, but also not as fun. No longer will I sit at my desk until 1 or 2 a.m. fixing every little mistake. Oh wait, not every mistake, we are The North Wind. I might just have to come back and scare the news writers, as it seems that I’m pretty good at that. For your sake, I hope my replacement is a little nicer.

And hey, to all of my fellow North Winders, maybe I’ll even smile on my last day. Okay, probably not.