BY REBEKAH RICHARDS
In my last editorial I urged campus to live in the moment and stop counting down the days until graduation or summer break. This time however I'm going to dwell on the past and say all the thank yous I will never have the time to get in once I don my cap and gown May 12.
When I walked into my first Troubadour meeting in the Spring of 2010 as a sophomore and 19 years of age I was a hopeful reporter, dreaming of the day when I could be just like all those super cool reporters who just looked like they had it all under control and so well put together.
