Farewell, Sid the Sloth
by Michael Jack O’Brien
Well shit, this is my stop. It’s been a long ride hasn’t it?
Freshman year of my time here at Fordham was interesting to say the least. Formative yes, but lacking actual direction. I was just going through the motions: go to class, go to parties, rinse, repeat. I remember one moment specifically that I looked at myself in my dorm bathroom at 3 am and asked myself “Is this really it?” Well, no, it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t really know that until my next year, when I met a plucky group of nerds who every two weeks put together a newspaper. After picking up a copy of the paper, I was taken aback by its irreverent humor, its cover, the fake ads. I kept reading, and said out loud “Wow, this is terrible! Where do I sign up?”
Little did I know that this small pamphlet of opinion pieces and memes would come to define the next three years of my life. The people I met, the friends I made, the articles I wrote were my life. Sure! Every other weekend was spent in a cold basement in a student rec center held together by balsa wood and spit, but it didn’t matter, because at the end of the day I knew it would be worth it, time slows down when you’re in the print shop, and suddenly you find yourself staring at an article about the pros and cons of mango consumption and it becomes the most important thing in your life. To say that I needed that is an understatement, and I loved every second of it.
There are too many people to thank from my time at the paper, because the paper isn’t just a publication, but was the very thing that defined my time at this school, it made me friends, and made me a writer. But let’s try to do a short list.
Thank you Claire and Colleen for being two of the hardest working girls on the face of the Earth, not alot of people can deal with my insanity but you guys made being locked in a freezer every two weeks worth it. Thank you to Jack and Meredith for taking the reigns of the paper, I know it will be safe in your hands. You two are fucking hilarious and I wouldn’t want anyone else to run this crazy train. Thanks to everyone on the crew that was there when I first started. Declan, Kelly, Siobane, Looby, Nick, Rachel, and of course, Luis fucking Gomez. You guys are a treasure and made these years the best they could have ever been. To everyone on the paper and to those that will be, you’re the best and I love you. You might think you don’t belong anywhere, but it’s not true, you belong here, as long as you get your godamn articles in on time (sarcasm). Anyway, this is where I get off. Hope to see you again someday.
I swear Jack if you put a picture of a sloth here I will find you.