By Megan Robalewski, Mosaic Staff Writer
The idea that Mosaic is ending tomorrow is starting to sink in. At this point, I’m done with all of my stories so I’m making the most of the last few days with my friends. I can’t even register how sad I will be to say goodbye to everyone tomorrow.
From the first day, I knew we would all become close friends. Meeting Sara, who was so energetic, made me excited to meet everyone else, and we all sat together and talked during the welcome dinner. The Mosaic class of 2015 became so close over these two weeks, and as cheesy as it sounds, I will remember them for a long time. A bunch of us already have plans to go to concerts and get Acai bowls together, and I’m sure there’s a lot more to come.
What I really can’t believe is how fast everything went. My stories came along so slowly the first few days that I thought I’d be spending the whole program refreshing my email and getting progressively frustrated as I watched Adele constantly interviewing and writing. But things finally picked up, and I ended up going to five interviews in a row and then interviewing Olympic gold medalists at the Grand Prix. Suddenly I was working late in the newsroom and churning out draft after draft. I really am surprised by how much I was able to do in a short time, and all the things I learned from the struggles I had.
It’s definitely going to be strange readjusting when I go back home; i won’t be stressed about getting my stories done, but I also won’t be laughing constantly and I won’t have instant access to Philz and boba. The one thing I’ll be relieved about is being able to sleep in, because staying up late every night and waking up to be in the newsroom the next morning definitely took its toll (I made some questionable decisions about my sleep during Mosaic).
When people ask me my favorite memory from Mosaic, I have no idea where to begin. Late night dance parties, singing along to High School Musical, getting lost downtown and drinking boba until I got sick. Staying up talking with my roommate Joelle, listening to Shady Shannon give everyone sass, laughing as Adele struggled through her stories, making fun of Idaho, talking about Parks and Recreation with the Leslie to my Anne, Sara. And that’s only scratching the surface.
These weeks have been so memorable not only because of everything I learned about journalism, but also because of all the amazing people. It makes me sad that the whole group might never all be together again, but I’m just happy that we made the most of the time we had. Every person I met here will always be more than someone I knew for two weeks at a summer program; I am happy to call each one my friend.