IF ALL the world tends toward entropy, The Cavalier Daily office is no exception - yet, it does so in an orderly kind of way. The rumbling of - and occasional kick to - the old Xerox machine, the incessant ringing of phones, the chaotic banter from the sports desk to the assistant managing editors and back again - a noisy frenzy that all still seems to have a sort of rhythm, a pulse.
That is, The Cavalier Daily is not just a student newspaper - it is a living, breathing entity that has the crucial responsibility of watching and listening to the University, keeping other student organizations and the rest of the University in check. It is a model of student self-governance at its best and represents the talents and abilities of students whose invaluable contributions never are recognized fully by those to whom they provide the greatest, if not fully understood, service.
But for me, the significance of The Cavalier Daily runs much deeper.
During my time at The Cavalier Daily, I ended up taking the jack-of-all-trades approach; that is, I tried my hand at layout design, writing Life features, copy editing and, eventually, business management. Truth is, I just couldn't get enough. It's not every day you can find true love - the kind where it's all you ever think about, no matter how many hours you spend together. I didn't know it until I found myself struggling to cut pineapple with a cake knife on a Friday afternoon for the annual Garden Party; or waking up at 6 every morning for weeks to complete Operation Rambling Dawn; or making it the daily routine to leave the office at 2 in the morning to go to IHOP for our fourth or first meal of the day, depending on how you look at it. Yes, I fell quite in love with The Cavalier Daily - but for good reason. I never have met so many creative and intelligent people as I did during my years on The Cavalier Daily staff, and, to be honest, I never have found a place that felt so much like home. In particular, the people made the experience all the more incredible - and for that reason alone, I'm extremely grateful to have had the opportunity to be part of the team.
The Cavalier Daily wouldn't be what it is without its staff - a hundred or so students who put their lives on hold every day, who make the time to climb down to the dimly lit cavern that is the paper's office in Newcomb Hall, and sit for hours at a time at those worn, chipped desks that have seen better days. Their dedication is inspiring and gives me hope that there is some inkling of responsibility and true student self-governance at the University.
First, then, I want to thank them all for making those long afternoons of filing invoices and reviewing account balances and midnight runs to FedEx absolutely worth it. My experience would not have been the same without MB 120 - Hunter, Tom, Ross, Annette and even Andrew - all of whom, every night, made ledit (and The Couch) more fun than it probably was supposed to be. I know I couldn't have gotten through the year without them.
I also couldn't have made it without my advertising team and brilliant manager/partner in crime Tyler Jenkins, whose innovative ideas and fresh enthusiasm brought the kind of energy that our advertising department needed during some of the darkest times in advertising revenue history. Not many student organizations can boast self-sufficiency and 100 percent financial independence from the University as The Cavalier Daily can, and it still astonishes me that the advertising staff's dedicated and hardworking team can help it remain so each and every day. Best of luck, Allie - you're in good hands.
To MB 121 - Ross, Irene, Bennett, David, Bobby and Jane -