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By Stephen Phillips
Sorry about the headline. I just wanted the extra hits on our Web site via Google News searches.
So, here we are at the end of the semester, and I get to write another one of these “see you next term” letters. I wonder, sometimes, if anyone even reads these, if I’m just writing these letters because it’s customary. I wonder if any of it really matters – us, I mean – or if we are all doomed little specks on this floating rock, hoping to bear significance but always living a meaningless existence. Are we all just pawns of a greater plan? What is life anyway?
Yeah, this is the kind of s**t that results from an early press deadline.
In all seriousishness, I hope you’ve enjoyed Tiger Weekly this semester as usual. After my third semester as editor, I can honestly say this has been one of the greatest experiences I’ve had at any job. I’ve learned so much about writing, teamwork and the overall culture of Baton Rouge – more than any class could ever teach me – and I will take that valuable knowledge with me wherever I go, even if Tiger Weekly marks my one and only venture in journalism.
I’ve grown quite attached to this mag (or rag, depending on your level of bitterness), and the growth it has sustained is incredible, especially given that print media in general is saying its goodbyes. Our success has always been the result of readers who interact with us and care about the direction in which we take the publication, as well as incredible, hard-working writers, editors, photographers, designers, marketers, salespeople, managers and even the distribution guys who put the thousands upon thousands of copies in your hands.
Our first issue of the summer hits the stands on June 11, but in the meantime, I’ll try to keep my blog updated at www.tigerweekly.com/stephensays.
Good luck on your finals this week. If I catch you talking on your cell phone in the library, I will dunk your phone in my super-grande medium roast until it no longer functions. And then I will eat it.
June 11 – mark your calendar.
Originally Published: Issue 607 - May 6, 2008
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