Seniors say goodbye: It’s been real, CWU


Bekah Blum, Design Director

Before getting into this opinion I’d like to first warn you I’ll be using references from a popular show and movie. 

Have you ever seen the end of “The Breakfast Club,” the movie directed by John Hughes? If you haven’t, well … watch the end, it’s liberating. Anyways, to get to the point, this isn’t about the Breakfast Club, or how great Molly Ringwald has aged, or how John Bender (Judd Nelson) still gets the girl even though he’s kind of trash through the whole movie. 

This opinion is actually about me saying my farewells to CWU. 

SPOILER alert, don’t read anymore if you don’t want the end of The Breakfast Club spoiled, even though, now that I think about it, I already spoiled it. 

Goodbye CWU, as I finish up my final quarter here I’ll always remember the sweet memories you left me with as well as the ones where I thought I wouldn’t make it another second. 

For the most part, it’s been a blast. I personally want to thank the professors and friends residing in Randall Hall (art building) because that’s where I felt the most alive and accepted when on campus. I’ll never forget all the late nights I spent there or when I rode my scooter around the halls thinking I was the coolest kid on the block.

Of course, where there are highs there are also lows. During my years at CWU there were many nights where I felt like Kevin Malone from the Office. 

What episode, you ask? Episode 26 of season 5, the one where he makes his chili, hauls it up the stairs and then spills it everywhere and is in complete and utter distress. 

In all honesty, the rough nights I had were like when Kevin saw the elevator was out of service and had to take the stairs, but when COVID-19 came that’s when I related to Kevin actually spilling his chili everywhere. Even after the chili incident, Kevin went on working three more seasons, similarly, I went on to continue working on my degree and jumping hurdles to finally get to where I am now. 

Alright, you’re probably wondering why I even mentioned The Breakfast Club ending, here’s why. As a practicing designer I can’t leave my readers without a nice little picture in their head. 

So, as I say farewell to CWU and all my great professors, all I ask of you is to imagine me as John Bender in the final moments of The Breakfast Club, walking dramatically across a football field and raising one fist in the air in triumph, because I’m truly happy to say, I did it.