The scary part of growing up
By GARRETT CARLSON | Apr. 27, 2009And this is how it ends.My first few columns here at The Spectrum were a compilation of goodbyes and farewells to one of my favorite authors, Kurt Vonnegut, and to the parts of me I was once too scared to discuss.But after five semesters here at this publication, this is the last piece I will write for this university.The possibilities are endless as to what I can write about.I could write about how in my sophomore year I found love that's still thriving continuously giving me those indescribable butterflies every time I think about it.I could write about how much I owe to my parents, the two people who never gave up on me and taught me everything I know about becoming a better human being and how I truly hope I one day live to be as amazing as they are.I could write about my professors, Ma and Bono, who pushed me harder than any other professors on campus and made me the writer I am today.But on this chilly morning I'd rather dedicate some of this special space to issue a series of hellos and welcomes.Hello to all of next year's upcoming sophomores.