Letter from the editor: Jeremiah Graves farewell

Jeremiah GravesDear University Chronicle,

It’s been quite some time since we first met, but I’ll never forget the feeling the first time I saw my name written on your ninth page.

It wasn’t a feeling of pride, it wasn’t the fact that I thought I was a great writer, it was purely the fact that you allowed my work to grace your pages. It was truly an honor.

We’ve had tons of sleepovers, long nights of some Netflix and tons of homework, even though there were a few nights that just the opposite occurred. We found a way to get around sleep, pull off good grades in class, drink more coffee than thought possible, as well as make money in the process with part-time jobs. None of this would have been possible without you allowing me to be a part of you.

While you allowed me to work for you, I developed skills, not just as a journalist, but as a student, a friend and a manager. While other students sat in class wondering how to accomplish homework before a due date, I knew where I could go to get everything done twice as fast, because you had already taught what was being lectured on in class.

We’ve been through a lot together, Chronicle. The first months of this school year were something straight out of a horror film. I watched you begin to fall apart, not knowing how to help you piece yourself back together, helplessly watching you fall out of my life. I’ve never been so sad in my life. But, you taught me something since I’ve been at SCSU, Chronicle, instead of standing by and being a pedestrian in the midst of adversity, you take another pedestrian’s hand and fight for what you both love.

It was a scary time, not knowing what the future would look like, or how much longer we’d be together. But, you and I stood by one another, you reminded me that 90 years of hard work and history meant more than one night of sleep. You reminded me that just because you’ve been dealt a lousy hand, doesn’t mean anything until the dealer shows his or her cards. You taught me to believe in a cause, in people, in journalism and most of all, in you.

I brought in a bunch of new people for you to meet, some of which stayed and others whose chemistry just didn’t mesh with yours. You helped me pick the right people and place them in roles to succeed, not only for their benefit, but for the longevity of your existence. I truly believe moving forward you have a great group of young journalists to mold and shape into young professionals that will make you as vibrant as I remember you three years ago. Without them coming to help me this year, I’m not sure I would have been able to help you at all.

I’ve even had the chance to learn from some people that you’ve had working for you in the past. They’ve sent me ideas on how I can improve my efforts towards helping you make a full recovery. You instill a sense of pride in everyone that you’ve allowed to be called a Chronie, to mark your pages and to sit in your desks.

We’ve gotten to hire new people together, watched good ones go and even had to tell a few to leave. It was hard, but we got through it together, all the while you’ve helped me learn what it means to be a leader. While I won’t pretend that I did you justice, I do believe I gave you the very best I had, and that’s the main lesson you’ve taught me throughout our three years together.

Most of all, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for teaching me more than any classroom could. Thank you for helping me gain skills that have allowed me to take my career to the next level with the St. Cloud Times. Thank you for developing me into a young professional. But, most of all thank you for letting me serve you as editor-in-chief.


Jeremiah Graves

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