Some of you may be pleased to note this is my last column. For me, it has been a pleasure.
This past year I received unexpected but appreciated feedback on one or two of my rants and I am hoping that an old gal’s long-view may have been enlightening for some. I’m aware, however, that most of the benefit has actually been mine. After all, having my own views spewed and published, relatively unfiltered, is an opportunity that is not likely to happen again anytime soon.
And even though those opinions and observations were shaped by decades of experiences, my time as a STU student, and this column, has forced me to see them through the lens of today’s world. It has been a rare vantage point, for someone of my age, being neither a parent nor a professor but an actual peer and it has given me a few more life lessons to add to my already packed arsenal.
Here are a few: one, it’s important to never confuse the terms tweeting and twerking in conversation; two, my iPhone has a calculator; three, “lol” does not mean “lots of love”; and four, some students actually chose to leave the Bahamas for New Brunswick.
But the most important thing I now know and can appreciate better than most my own age is that the future is truly in good hands.
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