Reassurance

It was a good weekend this past weekend.

Every few months I get together with all my college newspaper friends and I was glad when another meet up was initiated. We went to the place we would go to every Friday after laying out the paper to throw back some beers and relive the enormous amount of stress one college newspaper should not be capable of creating.

We are all in pretty different places than each other right now. Some have solid gigs, some are freelancing, others are part-time or haven't even come close to figuring what exactly they are going to do yet. However, regardless of where we are all, it was so nice to laugh about those college days. Layout was horrible, all of us hated each other at one point, and yet every week we enjoyed the company of our college newsroom.

I am so lucky to have had that experience.

I wonder how long it will take for these reunions to stop though. So many have already stopped showing up or others are simply not invited (I guess those days of hating one another has continued on for some), and yet we keeping hoping others will show to grab a beer, talk about conversations only journalists would enjoy and lose ourselves in the memory of The Columbia Chronicle that truly helped shape us as writers.

Regardless, it was a reassuring meet up. I loved the company of my former colleagues who know me for nothing but being a writer and my personality inside a newsroom. We rarely spend time together outside of The Chronicle get togethers, but when we are together all of our personalities just jive together in this mess of political banter, drunken memories and laughter.

Oh the laughs...

They are so unique just to that bunch and for that, I am reassured that even if journalism does fail me, it has brought me the company of some amazing people.