Opinion

Signing off from Camrose

By Leah Simonot, Camrose Canadian

Leah SImonot

Leah SImonot

Throughout my time with The Canadian, I’ve been pleased to interview several individuals who have been at their profession or particular avocation nearly two times longer than I’ve been alive. 

 

At 18 years old, it’s difficult to imagine what life will look like by the end of a semester, never mind a lifetime down the road. The length at which your present interests will hold your attention is impossible to predict when you have yet to pay your own bills or do your own grocery shopping. These, however, are exactly the circumstances leaving me hopeful that what I am doing now is what I will be doing for a long, long time. Sort of. 

If I recall correctly, the last career I considered before coming to The Canadian as a work experience student in October 2015 was a lawyer, with aspirations of sitting on the Supreme Court of Canada. I suppose justice and politics have long appealed to me, but in journalism, “I had found somewhere among all the politics and details … a sort of factual storytelling,” as I described in my introductory column. While I learned the techniques of reporting, I became more invested in the news and in my immediate and global community. My appreciation for communication increased and my fancy for reading and writing was made significant by the platform in which I applied them. In what I thought would be my farewell column to The Canadian last summer, I wrote that “The people I encountered while working on an assignment gave me much more insight into a topic than I could ever have hoped to gain on my own.” One year later, they’ve given me complete confidence in my obsession with the symbiotic nature of journalism. 

Though I’ve often been thanked for providing a voice to whichever initiative was the subject of my assignment, I’ve just as often mused at the irony of such gratitude: I cannot fathom an honour greater than the potential for my labour of love to positively impact another’s.  

It’ll be strange to leave Camrose this fall. As I journey to Halifax to begin formal journalism studies at the University of King’s College, not only will I be turning in my title of “student reporter” for that of “first-year student,” but I’ll also be leaving behind my home of 13 years, my family and many friends. Fortunately, the wisdom I’ve gathered on assignment for The Canadian these past two years leaves me in no fear of losing my direction. Whether I return four years from now with a Bachelors of Journalism, a Bachelors of Commerce or a tired old suitcase of souvenirs, I rest assured that passion and enthusiasm, regardless of form, are most famously conducive to contentment.   

I could write volumes on this town and the value of my experience with the Canadian. I am humbled by the stories I’ve shared and the lovely people I’ve gotten to know. So here’s to more than my farewell to the paper, to high school, my hometown and the City of Camrose; here’s to gusto and adventures unknown!  



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