I don’t know what to write. Perhaps I do not want to say adieu, or maybe words cannot express the emotions I feel within the recesses of my heart, but these last few weeks of my life at GW have been inexplicable. How does one say goodbye? It isn’t possible. I wish I had some sage advice to pass to everyone who reads this, but I really don’t. All I can say is that life is ephemeral, especially youth, and to be thankful for each second we breathe, and for every bar you make it out to.
I became the Bar Belle after I marched into the Hatchet office angry because an interim Bar Belle had reviewed the Madhatter. No offense to whoever wrote it, but it was lame, and I felt that someone ought to venture past the familiar. And that is how it all started.
THE BAR BELLE IS:
The illustrious Susie Koggin
I will admit some of my reviews really did suck. For example, TGI Friday’s – but that was just to piss people off, and I really did go there with my dad. Another example, according to the boys in my drug awareness class, would be the University Club. All I have to say about that article was that I let GW’s best-kept Thursday secret out. I heard they now have to employ the bracelet system since the review and they keep the tin box open for business an hour longer.
I would like to thank Russ Rizzo, Jason Steinhardt and Andrew Phillips. Andrew: thanks for letting my deadlines slide a bit. I have had the time of my life at GW. I won’t lie, some of the friends I made here might not last forever, but that is only due to the progression of life. We all grow older, our priorities change, and people become distantly fond memories.
That’s about it for now. It’s been an amazing year and a half of preaching depravity to the masses. Thanks for listening to my exploits, the highs and the lows and all the drunken nights in between. Just remember kids, you must always go out drinking during reading week . and if you see me out, say “hi.”