It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
My last game as a student journalist shouldn’t have been at Arch Madness, but at a softball game at Loyola Softball Park. I should be enjoying my final two months on Loyola’s campus, taking my final strolls to class as I prepare for the “real world.” Most of all, I should be putting together five more issues of The Phoenix with the entire staff.
Instead, I’m on an Amtrak train home — a Friday morning in the middle of March. No, it’s not for spring break. No, it’s not for a weekend trip to get some family time.