These pages are where Craccum gets a bit teary for a moment and says goodbye
I have mixed feelings about the year being (almost) over, since I’m leaving both Craccum and the university as a whole. On the one hand, I can’t wait to be freed from the chains of tertiary education. On the other hand, I’m going to miss the ridiculous amount of editorial freedom student press allows you. Where else can you write about piss, condom flavours, and places to have sex on campus? No, seriously, where – I need a job.
I literally just wrote an editorial about this but sometimes it do be like that. Leaving for me is so bittersweet. This has been my favourite job by a mile. Not only have I had a really fun job as Editor, but I have been incredibly lucky to have gotten such an amazing team making Craccum what it is this year. I have been amazed by all of our contributors this year. The Craccum team has been a big part of my life so it’s like leaving my favourite colleague except I am leaving six of them.Craccum has long been in my university life. Reading Craccum each week was part of my routine before I even started writing for it, so it’s going to be sad not going to the quad and picking up my mag (definitely going to stalk the Facebook page though). If you have ever considered writing for Craccum, I really encourage you to do it. Writing for your student mag is the lamest, silliest, best thing you can do for yourself, and I am really going to miss it. TLDR; I’m hella sad but can’t wait to see what the mag does without me.
Writing for an audience is both a pleasure and a struggle, the latter solely because you never get to finish saying all you want to on a page. However, I’ve learned to never underestimate this truly consequential platform we’ve been afforded, and whether it’s two-hundred or two-thousand words, I’m lucky to have this opportunity to write them.
Craccum has truly been the greatest experience of my university life thus far and gives me the pleasure of working with some of the most creative and motivated people I’ve known. If I had all the words in the world, I’d never cease to tell you all the joys of working at Craccum: the laughter, the stress, the successes, the…
But, you see, the thing is you never get to say all you want when writing for an audience. So, I guess for now, we’ll leave it at a reminiscent goodbye.
People say writing is like giving birth.
Craccum has taught me just how bullshit that saying is. For one thing, I don’t know of many mothers contractually obligated to shit out six small babies and two big babies every week. More importantly, unlike most mothers, I get to take pride in the finished result.
Writing for Craccum this year has been a blast. It’s been a stressful, funny, awesome, and poorly-paid time. I’ve made new friends, overcome new challenges, and – importantly – managed to get through the year without opening us up to a defamation lawsuit.
Although this marks the last issue of this year’s Craccum, I can take comfort in the fact that this magazine will always be here. Like the thin veneer of beer that coats the top of Shadows’ indoor tables, or the dry rustle of the OGGB’s air conditioners in summer, this magazine has become an indelible part of university life. And it will continue being a part of student lives long after I’ve gone.
Thank you to all the contributors who gave up their time, effort, and self-respect to help make this magazine a success this year. Thank you to the dozens of readers (I know! Literally dozens!) who took the time to write in to us to express their gratitude. Thank you to the students who read our white supremacy articles and stood up to the university. And thank you to Brian, Cameron, Lachlan, Claudia, Daphne, and Bailley, who helped to make this magazine (and my year) so brilliant.
Most of all, thank you for reading! I hope you found some use for our magazine this year – even if it was just to keep the flies away from your favourite budgie meal.
I’ll be back next year, short of falling prey to locked-in syndrome, so unfortunately no teary-eyed goodbyes from this girl yet! Tune in next year for the melodrama, I’m sure I’ll have something to say that’ll make Steel Magnolias look like Weekend at Bernies. But I do have something to briefly mention in the meanwhile – I don’t particularly go out of my way to interact with people at UoA, out of both a sense of just Getting Through the Day and insecurity about opening myself up on any level. You could say I was pretty lonely – there’s no sense of self-preservation here, I can freely admit that. However – I initially joined Craccum on a whim last year, never thinking I’d summon up the self-esteem to actually edit things the year after and take pride in content that wasn’t mine, let alone open myself up to people and share some of myself, not just the left wing politics that makes me tick. And I am so glad I did, because I love my colleagues. I really do. They’re hilarious people with a strong conscience, never letting the collective shitposting lose empathy. And they’re highly intelligent. It’s nice knowing I have somewhere to be on campus, somewhere I can metaphorically let out the belt buckle and just be calm and not riddled with anxiety. Even the contributors are special to me, even those who sent in one review and then dipped. But that’s enough from me – the real melodrama will be next year. I’m gonna watch Catfish, see y’all in 2020!
No seriously I’ll keep it brief. I love Craccum and I love our team – from our editorial team- my incredible friends I’ve had the privilege to work with – to our collective team of writers, photographers, and illustrators. I am beyond lucky to work here and I am beyond excited to work on Craccum in 2020. And to our readers, you’re part of our team too. Thank you for giving us reason to write and for actually picking up our magazine on the stands. Thank you all for an incredible year. Good luck with exam season, go smash it and have an amazing summer. We’ll be back next year (hopefully) brighter and better than before.