Letter from the Editor

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Kevin Zansler

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Angela Hernandez

     If you want to send shivers down my spine, just say, “life after Loyola.” I might possibly go into denial and reply, “But I love Loyola! I don’t want to leave.” As I write this letter, I’m terrified about life after Loyola. My hope is that by the time you read this, that fear will have gone away.

I like to think that many of you out there are in the same boat as I am. I lay awake each night wondering if I’ll get a job in my field or if I’ll work at a Target for the rest of my life. I can’t help but think, “Will I make it?” Everyone tells me not to worry, but that is easier said than done.

Then I think back to my senior year in high school, sitting outside thinking, “Will I get into college?” At that time all my friends were sporting their A&M and Scranton sweatshirts they got on college visits, and all I had was a pen from Loyola. Classmates were getting acceptance letters left and right, but my mailbox was empty despite applying early.

College, much less Loyola, seemed way out of reach for me, but then it happened. I received a large envelope from Loyola. “Could this be? I think so. It’s a big envelope and the guidance counselor said those are the kind you want.” I’ll never forget opening up that envelope and seeing the maroon folder with “Class of 2012” embossed in gold slip out onto the table. I’m in! I got into Loyola. Ironically, all my other acceptance letters began coming in the mail the day after.

Trying to get into college, just like trying to a get a job, is difficult and stressful but not impossible. Changes are always scary but they are also filled with new adventures as well. I don’t know exactly what that adventure is just yet, but I’m exited to see what life has in store for me.