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Graduation Edition
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The Pendulum
Class of ’03: Remembei^
your transformative years
April Schexnayder
Coliimnist
1 waiitai to lake tJic time to leave sotiK fiiwl wotxls to the class of 2(X)3.
Bnir years ago, wc ail arrived l>ae at Elon and nxdvcd aii aconi. 1 have men-
ticmcd tlie aconi, becmse it repre.scnts who wc were wheii we began our lives
at Elon G)llege.
Just like the ucms scattctfd around auiipius, we have scattered ourselves
tlin)uglK>itt tlie town of Elon le;iving a piece of us everywhere we have gt)ne.
All ol us camc (h)ni many dillcitnt places and after Saturday will oi«x* again
disperse. But li>r IIk* past ftxir years, wc have coine togetlier and fonnod tltc
Class of 2(X)3.
WIiat niiikcs Elon such a wonderful plaa> ate tlie fx-ofile tku iue the foun-
dilionoftlw scIkwI.
Evay single one of us luis been successful in some way thiuigh aCitdeiti-
ics, s|X>rls, ot:giU)i/;ttions ;uxl volunteering. But tliis cannot be iicvoniplisliai
alone. If it weren’t for our fellow classmates iuxl pivifesscTS, we would ikx be
(Wpariiig forgnkliution. 'FIk* love and suppoit tlttl exists lliRHighout campus
is abuiKliUit iuk] incrodiblc.
Over tlK* past four yciirs, wc liave seen numerous chiutgcs t;ike place.
WIkh we iurived in 1999, we wltc attending Elon College, but now we will
gnuluate fn«n Elon University At one time, the old libnuy was empty; Iww-
evtT, Belk is aMistmitly piicked as ptx^le work on assigmnenLs at all hour\.
f Kir mascot ch;uigal (iv)m the Fighting Qiristiiuis ti) llic Pliocni,\. 'riwii tliere
was tile ittklition of tk- lixjilxtll stinliuni, the new Ivalth center, tlieaHnmuni-
atlions building aiKl a tnick.
We have sucocs-sfully compk.iel (hii‘ college careers. It is rK)W time for all
of us to leave tmr uwnliMlahIc Itoine at Elon and begin a new jouiTK*y in Hir
lives. Sxne of us will go to gnKlu;ile sclwol, ttthcts will move back Iwme to
Ix'gin tlieir airecrs, wliile otliers will start a new life in imotlx-T city. fJn
Satunliy we will a'ttjive our diplomas and end our cluiplcr at Elon. Beforc
you imk up iuxi depiut, walk act\)ss ram|xrs one last time and smile ti> a
sUiangcr, eat in a dining liall, sit by the fuintiiin, go t;ilk to a im)fessor, walk
througl) tlie ckmns and sit luxkr an «ik ute.
For it is tlie small things tluU ytxt will la^ hick on and miss, llte tiine has
aMix' toeiKl this jouHK'y, so let as scatter our iiams ;ind watch them take nxA.
As you get into your air ;uxl drive away fnm tlK town of Elon, kx4 hick and
smile kiKJwing tkrt you in stxncway toucixxl sonwone else’s life.
The Pendulum
Colin Donohue, Editor-in-chief
Katie Beaver, Managing Editor
Lindsay Porter, News Editor
Jessica Patchett, Asst. News
Editor
Eric Hail, Opinions Editor
And! Petrini, A & E Editor
Kaitiyn North, Asst. A&E Editor
Kathleen Frey, Features Editor
Nick Paiatieiio, Sports Editor
Tim flosner, Photography Editor
Mary-Hayden Britton and Eiiis
Harman, Copy Editors
Annette Randail, Business
Manager
Matt Ford, Online Editor
Jennifer Guarino, Editor Emeritus
Janna Anderson, Adviser
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Elon: Thank you for making
me what I will become
Jennifer Guarino
Editor Emeritus
I hated signing yearbooks in
high school. You were put on the
spot to remember everything spe
cial you shared with another per
son and formalize it into words.
You were expected to be brilliant,
to leave them with parting words
that would touch
their hearts and
rekindle memo
ries years later.
I feel like it’s
time to sign year
books again. Our
time at Elon is
quickly coming
to a close and I
want to leave my
friends something
to hold onto.
1 want to put
into words what
I’ve learned and
how very thankful
1 am for the experiences I’ve had.
If we signed yearbooks like we
did in high school, this would be
my message.
Soon, everything changes
again. It .seems like just yesterday
we met. In the last four years
we’ve made such wonderful
memories. I have the football
ticket stubs and programs from
the concerts we went to, but I
wish I could bottle the conversa
tions we shared and take them
with me. Holding onto the notes
you’ve sent is easy, but what
about the laughter we shared?
I am so thankful for the ways
you have blessed my life.
You knew to ask how things
were going, just when I needed an
impartial ear to listen. You let me
cry as I struggled through feelings
of being overwhelmed.
You knew when I needed a
hug. You cried when I cried. You
Jennifer Guarino
called.
You’ve taught me so much
more than I thought I was capable
of learning. From afternoons sit
ting in your office bouncing ideas
off one another to discussions
about my future over lunch, you
taught me that I was capable of
more than I thought I was. You
opened doors for me.
You were there
when I needed a
friend. Our lives are
so busy that we
rarely spend time
together, but I know
I can always call.
You told me my
mistakes weren’t as
bad as I thought.
You believed in
my vision enough
to join me. You
made my dreams
come true. You
asked me if there
was anything you
could do and you meant it. You
thanked me. You covered for me.
You made me laugh.
You listened to me babble
about my research and shared my
excitement when 1 discovered
something new.
You were the best friend I
dreamed of as a child. A glance
and a smile communicates
thoughts no one else understands.
Every moment with you is a treas
ure.
You became my family.
Between the nine of you, there
was always a listening ear, an
encouraging remark and a good
laugh. Opening the door to your
office will always feel like com
ing home.
You questioned my decisions
and caused me to analyze my
thought process. You made me
better.
You were my sounding board.
You listened first and offered
advice second. You taught me to
be more assertive. You saw some
thing in my crazy ideas. You had
faith in me when I had little in
myself.
You were a good roommate.
You made my bed. You fed my
fish. You taught me how to live
with someone else.
You challenged me. You made
me devote more energy than I
thought I had to your class. You
listened to my concerns about
your class at the beginning of the
semester and you proudly award
ed an “A” at the end.
You will take my place. You
will carry on my dreams, but mix
them with your own. You will be
successful because you have a
sense of commitment.
You stopped to shake my hand.
The friendship you offered, simply
because we were members of the
same community, taught me that
life was a series of relationships.
Friend, stay true to who you are.
The part of you that you shared
with me has touched my life.
Simply by living, you have
made my world a better place.
Continue to be passionate about
what you do. Be a visionary.
Commit yourself to the things that
are important. Know which battles
are worth fighting and those that
are not.
Write letters and call often. Be
patient. Leave things better than
you found them.
Know things happen for a rea
son, the good and the bad. I know I
met you for a reason.
There is one high school year
book signing 1 remember clearly.
A friend wrote, “I hope we work
together again in the future.” Fate
had it that we did.
Maybe I should leave it the
same way with you. I hope to see
you again.
‘Uliere are tivo wai^i to ^et to the top o^an oah tree:
One ii to iit on an acorn and wait and the other ii to cLL
- Kemmon Wilson, founder of Holiday Inn