Here we go, our last two issues of Synthesis. It’s difficult to even begin writing today. Every word brings me closer to my last, and this time has meant so much to me. But I won’t get into that yet—if I do it’ll be one of those awkward goodbyes when you end up walking three more blocks with someone trying to decide whether you have to hug them again at the end.
Ripping off the bandaid so slowly is an awful sensation. While in some ways I’m glad for the deliberate nature of our wrap-up and the chance to honor our history and say proper farewells, it’s been giving me too much time to think about how painful this is.
For the past few weeks I’ve been split between the past and the future: Wading through a swamp of nostalgia for the many years the paper has been around; what it’s given to people in the community and all of us who’ve worked here; what a sad thing to see an era like this one end. And then I want to get it over with, I want to just feel the loss once and for all, let it hit me full force so I can get it out of my system and move on to the next phase. I want to go have a new adventure, start submitting writing to new places, start writing my dad’s memoirs…
But I can’t rush through it; time will flow as it will, and I can only ride it out, keeping my head above water as much as possible.
Anyway, this week we bring you part one of our final retrospective, featuring farewell notes from three of our previous editors: Ryan Prado, Eric Wendt, and Daniel Taylor, as well as some favorite and iconic columns from Synthesis history. Remember when we got blacklisted by Chico State for “promoting drinking,” and Bill got super pissed? That’s in here. Remember when they filmed that porno at the frat house and we wrote an article that was sort of like a sales promo? We’ve got that too. We also have a hilarious dual review of Insane Clown Posse at the Senator, a classic Meter’s Running wherein dickish behavior is rewarded tenfold, and the world’s greatest Welcome to Chico article ever written. EVER.
I hope you enjoy this walk down memory lane with us. I know it’s bittersweet, but really, so were we.