1989 Petit Jean Staff Dear staff: Head Photographer by night; Editor by day. I've always known this would be the hardest copy to write. I'm presently sitting at my large desk, in my crooked chair and listening to "Circle" by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians. This office is filled with so many memories. I remember watching "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" near the beginning of the year. I look at my half-finished filing cabinet that Tamara still hasn't finished covering and remember the way things were. I see my couch and think of how many nights I slept on that saggy thing. I see the leftover pantone paper sticking slightly out from under that brown couch and remember the millions of trips to LR I took this year. On my gray-painted walls I see the Atlanta Poster and think of the wonderful time Jen, Jack and I had in Georgia. I'll never forget Sawnee Georgia and Godiva Chocolate. I see my blanket attempting to cover the mass of clothes that I had up here. Since I had to be head photographer I kept an extra set of clothes (or 2 or 3) so I wouldn't ruin my good ones. Both corners ofmy desk are now empty. One held a fish tank and one held a plant (both of these,well ... remember). As always my homework is sitting on the edge of the desk begging for my attention, but the yearbook always seemed to come first. As I open my bottom desk drawer, I see the photograph that reminds me of one of my best memories: Topeka, Kansas. We had so much fun making that tape, even though it's not that great to listen to. Monica, you were my "roommate" and one of my closest friends. I know the book affected us but I also think it made us stronger. I love you so much and admire the commitment you had to your section. I know the highlight of your year was receiving Knights queen and I just want to say congrats. Thanks, Monique Bagel, for all your work I'll still be a reference for you! Kyla, I know you got in over your head when you agreed to be an editor, but thanks for sticking it out. You did a fantastic job. By the way, aren't you wearing your hair different? Don, you made me angry more than anyone else, but I meant what I said that Sunday night. You are a talented guy! Thanks for working (and finishing)! I'm still waiting for my blind date! Shannon-"A ballet dancing cow holding the head of a giraffe".-Your sense of humor always brightened the office. I will never be able to look at the Myra Lisa I mean Myra Lov the same again. Thanks for working and thanks for being my friend. You're always a joy to talk to. "I hate that", Janelle, it seemed you hated everything but you never hated people. It's admirable that you can separate the deed from the doer. You moved from a peon staffer to a section editor in a matter of weeks. Thanks for all your hard work I know I couldn't have done it without you. Jennifer, you've seen me through it all. You were there through all the "personnel changes", you heard my problems, and my complaints. You were a better friend than I probably deserved. Thanks for always being there. I wish you luck next year. It's a blgjob, but I know you can do it. I will be just an office away and I will help in any way possible. "Buck up, little trooper, you can do it!" Jackie, thanks for everything. You were my biggest mental supporter. No matter how bad things were, you always had a solution (or at least made me feel better about my dilemma). Also, you always corrected my grammar and pronunciation. Thanks! I'm not exactly sure how to end this letter so I will let my fearless leader, the "one who holds my life in his hands" have the last words: "Who is Wayna J . Bruce and what is she doing on page 4 of your yearbook?" // Staff 329
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