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A spirit that is not afraid

Farewell columns are full of tired cliches, and mine is no exception

Being that it's simply impossible to compete with Mr. Managing Editor's 800-word book on the other page, I'll keep this final "farewell Auburn" column short and sweet.

It's typical for any graduating senior wallow in sentimentalism ... to comment on how fast time flies by, how so many friends will be missed and how appreciative one is to have the experiences and memories from the past four years in college.

And, appropriately, that all applies to me.

As someone who wasn't so crazy about the Auburn scene during freshman year, I've surprised even myself by coming around to pull a 180.

Now, I find myself unprepared to leave this place.

I've decided I really won't be able to have a functioning, fulfilled life without experiencing one more football season.

I mean, who wants to miss Chizik's first go-round, anyways?

I need (no questions asked) to have a Momma G's within a mile radius of my house.

Auburn provides that.

I've grown accustomed to the little things this place provides me, and it's the little things I'm not ready to part from.

Like the fact that on any given weekend day, I hear the fight song being blared somewhere by someone.

Like the fact that no matter the time of day or night, there are always people running.

And like the fact that a Wednesday night at Quioxte's always equals a good time.

Why small, sometimes unnoticeable things like that are hard to leave, I can't say.

But regardless, to me they comprise the feelings and images I'll always associate only with Auburn.

So now, I'll conclude my good-byes by thanking the journalism faculty for their support of The Plainsman this year.

Thank you Dr. Adams for being a consistent motivator and excellent adviser.

And thanks to everyone from both fall and spring staff for your hard work, long hours and dedication (through the good times and bad).

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And finally, Griffin, next year's associate multimedia editor, you get all my leftover sushi and all my Ryan Adams


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