I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’ve been working on this for a long time, knowing that eventually the time would come for me to put up my Very Last Article. I still remember where I was when I decided I wanted to do this, when I wrote my first article. It was January 9, 2013, and I had just burned an omelet.
Glam, I know.
The Rock has been there for me ever since. The Rock was there when I needed to work through homesickness and loneliness abroad, when I wanted to face up to unfairness, when I wanted to make people laugh. The Rock has been my chance to make a difference, be a mentor, use my words for good. It has been home, even when it was thankless, frustrating, too much to handle alone.
And the Rock has turned into something special. We’ve given a forum to dozens of BC students to share their thoughts, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. We thought “Fancy,” “Uptown Funk” and “Shut Up and Dance” rocked before anyone else did. We pulled off a full-length music video to show people who we are. We flirted relentlessly with another publication. We goofed off on a weekly basis and still got shit done. And we did this together. This is a thing we made.
Now that my four years at Boston College are officially in the books and I’m back burning omelets at my folks’ place in West Newton, it’s time to say goodbye. It wouldn’t be a signoff if I didn’t cull over some things I’ve learned and would like to impart. So without further ado, here’s some advice:
Never trust a fuckboy or a box of macaroni and cheese that you found on the ground.
Carefully evaluate what’s worth being hurt over. Don’t waste an ounce of your tears, blood or energy on something that’s not. Pick your fights wisely. When you find your cause, come in swinging.
Being nice is criminally overrated. There’s a time and a place for pleasantries. If you’re upset about something, let yourself be angry—and let that rage fuel your fiercest, truest words.
In the words of my man DFW, “There might not be angels, but there are people who might be angels.” You know who you are, I hope.
Don’t let anyone tell you to sit down, shut up or change if you know you’re right. But it’s okay to be wrong sometimes too. Come by it honestly.
Be brave. Be weird. Be a fighter. Be yourself, unapologetically so. That’s what makes this special.
And of course, I couldn’t leave you all behind without saying some very important thank yous.
To the ruling class of 2018, the biggest in Rock history—there’s way too many of you to name you all, but you know who you are, you know I envy your youth, and you know you make me proud every day. May you continue to do so.
To the staff of the New England Classic, for always being our biggest fans.
To the BC English department, the people who gave me the courage to acknowledge and realize my dream of being a writer.
To the 2012 cast of Hello Shovelhead, who pushed me out of the nest because I needed to learn how to fly.
To rising juniors (holy shit) Young Jack Donovan and Saidhbhe Berry, who set the pace for a new generation of Rock by writing for us before they even finished high school—long may you rule as the Ser Jorah and Khaleesi of our e-board.
To Ian Thomas Malone, Jessica Yoon and the rest of the founding class of 2013, for setting the stage and being all kinds of inspiring.
And lastly, to the seniors of 2015, especially Christian Petro, Danielle Dybbro, Jamie Spagnuolo, John McEnaney, Austin Blank, Peter Donahue, Maggie Stack, Jill Spisak, Michael Solah, Alexia LaFata, Berent LaBrecque, Jesse Nicholas and anyone else who lent their voice to the Rock. I’m proud to stand beside you all. Best of luck wherever you go.
I leave this good ship in the hands of Jake Maestas and Melissa Warten, who I have the utmost faith in. To you and your new e-board, I pass on the following advice: say “no” sparingly, be true to you, make this a happy home, and only abuse your power to extort meal plan money out of the underclassmen. You will be splendid.
That’s it guys, I’m done. So with that said, see you next time. I can’t wait to keep cheering for you.