I’m personally not a fan of goodbyes. The whole drawn out, tear-jerking adieu that plagues movies is nothing that I am interested in. Instead I wish to focus on some of the positive memories that I have from my time here at California State University, Stanislaus.
I spent the first four years of my college career dredging through the chaotic mess that is Modesto Junior College.  A college that informed me that CSU Stanislaus didn’t have a Communication Studies Department. Throw in the end of my football career and a waitlist that rivaled the DMV and I was ready to move on.
I was like many students on campus during my junior year, come to class, go home, rinse and repeat.
I was fairly content with doing my work and going home, and in two years I would walk the stage with people I had never met and happily go on my way.
Then I started to get more involved (cliché I know), but I joined The Signal newspaper and began to actually enjoy coming to school.
The Signal was really a doorway into making my college experience work for me.  It helped me meet people who were like-minded and interested in the same things as I am.  I can’t begin to tell you how many hours Brandon McGuiness and I have spent rambling on about the most inconsequential sports topics.
The Signal also gave Brandon and I a lifelong ego-boost in that we were promoted to Sports Editors before we had typed a single word.
That is the one thing I am most proud of, the revival of the Sports page here at The Signal.  I hope that my fellow graduates and I can look back on our experience here at CSU Stanislaus and be proud of what we have accomplished as well as being proud that we attended this school.
So here’s to looking back in twenty years and celebrating the school we came from and receiving what we needed to have successful careers.