When I applied for The Scribe, I submitted three writing samples: a children’s theatre script, satirical club bylaws and an excerpt from a philosophy paper. None of those samples were remotely related to journalism.  
 
Despite my inexperience, I was confident I would get the job. I live my life by this motto, coined by my father: “How hard could it be?” This was the attitude I took into my Scribe interview.  
 
Turns out, it is hard. Writing in a journalistic way was (is) not easy for me. I can’t crack jokes in an article or write nonsensical lines of dialogue for a character.  
 
I had to adjust quickly to the more straightforward style of journalistic writing. To celebrate the end of a brief (but beautiful) era, here are the top five places The Scribe has taken me, in order of appearance:  
 
Pi Kappa Phi house 
 
Though it took me a second to convince the frat brothers I was truly there to rush, they welcomed me in with open, albeit confused, arms. Shoutout to the brothers who tried to explain the dice game to me; thank you for trying, but I was never going to get it.  
 
Whiskey Rose  
 
The one and only time I went to Whiskey Rose was to review it for that article. I loved Whiskey Baron, and Whiskey Rose felt like the weird cousin at the family reunion no one talks to. 
 
As soon as I stepped through the door, I felt a wave of disappointment from my Dust Bowl-surviving ancestors. Every cowboy in my lineage rolled over in their grave.  
 
Self-Defense Class  
 
The self-defense class started on the wrong note – I had to do pushups. Thankfully, we quickly moved into the more defensive part of the class, and I learned I have a mean jab cross. After the class, I was sore for three full days, so I hope everyone enjoyed the video.  
 
Clydechella 
 
Honestly, one of the craziest experiences of my life thus far (besides almost dying in Rome, but that is a story for another time). I connected with three musical artists because of this article and even MET ALMOST MONDAY. The bassist shook my hand, and I, the blindly confident blonde, was at a total loss for words.  
 
Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the three corndogs I had at the event.  
 
The world of satire  
 
I know it is not a physical space, but hear me out. Satire has always been my first love. I was raised on Monty Python and SNL. Writing for the Scribble section of the newspaper has been one of my favorite parts of being a writer for The Scribe.  
 
In The Scribble, I got to cover kazoo nationals, a successful LinkedIn influencer, alligators brought in as therapy animals, a Trojan War battle on campus and a filibustered SGA meeting. My playwrighting brain thrived writing satire articles.  
 
Reporting for the students at UCCS has been an amazing experience, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Thank you.