One more time: Thanks for the memories


I have always been what you might call a “Grammar Nazi.” There’s a joke in my family that I was born with a dictionary and pencil in my grubby little hands.
Working for The Northerner has served to solidify that aspect of my life. I’m that person behind the scenes making sure the copy is as clean as it can get; I’m also the one in the corner shouting grammar rules that sound extraordinarily like curse words.

During my time at The Northerner, I’ve learned a few things about journalism, about myself, about life in general. I learned how to subsist on little sleep after a production night; I learned that not everyone is as excited about sentence structure as I am.

The most important things I’ve gleaned here, however, are confidence in my abilities and the friendship of a whole staff of wonderful people. I found a home for my incessant need to complain about how not everyone knows the difference between their, they’re and there.

I’ve done a lot of growing over the last four years, and I have many things to be thankful for. The Northerner is part of the reason I consider myself a world-ready graduate. It’s bittersweet, leaving this office for the last time. But ultimately, I remember when I walked in for the first time, and I’m so glad I did. This has been fun.