Huebner reflects on choice to come to PSUC

It seems fitting that I would write my goodbye column the way that I write a Sex and the SUNY, the column that helped me find my voice with this paper. And I don’t mean how I’m currently in my best writing stance—pants off, listening to Selena y Los Dinos and stuffing my face full of candy—but by writing a column in which I talk about six different things, go over my word limit and use as many swear words as I can.

Facing the future is scary. Growing up is especially daunting when everyone around you is on their way. One of my closest and truest friends, Rachel, just had a child. Now, Baby D is lovely and amazing. He also scares the crap out of me because in a few years I might be in her shoes: living with the man of my dreams, taking care of a little munchkin. Maybe I’ll have my dream job, maybe I’ll be working at a grocery store. Maybe I’ll be a stay at home mom, maybe I’ll never have a baby. Who knows?

But enough about that, it’s time to reminisce.

I decided to transfer here last year on a whim. My ex tried to convince me to go to Purchase because I could study journalism there and be closer to him. Despite what my heart said, I picked Plattsburgh.

And I used to really f---ing hate this place. I was four hours away from my family, from the 705 crew, from Harrington 2 floor and all the characters I met through attending Mohawk Valley Community College.

Being here really sucked until September 2011 when I joined Cardinal Points and everything got better.

To the faculty here who gave me guidance and compassion, I will be forever grateful for your help. To Steve Howell, I don’t know how it happened, but you’ve become a mentor to me. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

The e-board and the CP office will always have a special place in my heart. The paper was a place where I could grow, vent, cry and be my most ridiculous. You have all brought a lot of color to my life, and I won’t forget you.

And while I can’t see into my own future, I can definitely envision it for those who surround me. To Matt H.A.M.ilton, Shmatt, Spamilton, you’re awesome. I wish you weren’t so friendly and humble so I could hate you for being so great at what you do. Please remember me when you’re famous. You are this big, bright star that will only grow bigger and better in time. Take care of my ark for me.

To Eric, you’re a butthead and I’ll miss you. I promise I’m not lying this time.

Ben, thanks for being vague about pizza.

Ian, I remember when I wrote my first Sex and the SUNY, and you came up to me after critique and said, “You wrote something that makes people want to read this paper.” You let me write pretty much whatever I wanted for your section after that, and you helped re-spark my creative side that I had lost somewhere between high school and now. So thanks for that. Also, remember the booty doo and to always rant while sitting on a bench.

Kait, I remember when we had class together and we barely talked. Cardinal Points threw us together, and now we’re best friends. Never forget that you’re an awesome person and that you have a great rack. You deserve all the good things in your life, and you’re going to be an awesome editor. Remember to have lots of spaghetti and to go on plenty of gangsta rides.

To my boyfriend Brock, thanks for being so amazing for me. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. You love me with everything you have, and that’s such a rare and beautiful thing. I’m thankful simply for your presence in my life. Thanks for supporting my dreams, no matter how silly they are. Also, thanks for being cool with me broadcasting our sex life for the reader’s benefit.

So, now that I’m 100 words over, it’s time to say goodbye. It’s been real Plattsburgh.