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Letter from the Editor

by Emily Huntington

When one does a Google search of the word ‘bandit,’ several things come up. Bandit was a play, and bandit was a fat raccoon who was adopted by dogs and ultimately put in the Guinness Book of World Records for being the fattest raccoon ever.

Bandit was a British band, and, bandits are people who steal things and are often members of a gang.

Okay, so my Bandit wasn’t any of those things…he was a cat, and although I didn’t name him, the name sure fits. He stole my heart from the first day we met…cheesy as that sounds, it’s true.

Anyone who knows me knows that… his owners before me told me that they named him that because he would steal their socks when he was a kitten and hide them under the couch.

June 1, 2010 is a day that I will never forget. It’s the day I found Bandit after he had gotten hit by a car.

He wasn’t supposed to be outside, but he snuck out…he’d usually come home later in the evening, but this time, he had been gone longer than usual.

Long story short, he suffered unfixable damages. He was paralyzed from his hips down, so he ultimately had to crawl around, and he lost feeling in his lower body.

Simply put, he wasn’t the same cat. He tried and tried to get better, but never would he return to 100 percent.

October 6, 2010 is also a day I will never forget. It’s the day that we said our goodbyes to the beloved member of our small family. People say it’s for the best, and I know they’re right, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

Knowing what I know now, would I still take Bandit in, knowing I’d have to go through this? Absolutely. I didn’t choose Bandit. Everything happens for a reason, and I know that Bandit chose me.

Bandit was an incredible feline – the best I’ve ever known. Stubborn as he was, he knew just what to do to brighten my day. I wouldn’t trade the memories we made for anything.

Rest in peace, Bandit. I love you so much…you filled a void that cannot be replaced. Thank you for choosing me to spend your life with.


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Letter from the Editor

by Emily Huntington

Here we are again. Or for some of you, here we are. Welcome to the new students who have begun their journey here at Whatcom, and welcome back to those who have returned.

It has been a short summer for yours truly.  Most of my “vacation” was spent in the classroom. I took business law, and I also started volunteering at District Court, on top of working full-time. The last five weeks of my “summer,” for the most part, were spent wishing we had nicer weather.

I learned (and continue to learn) a lot about the judicial system and the never-ending (it seems) vocabulary that lies within. Although all I do is file paperwork and attend the occasional court hearing to observe, I still take away so much, and I am so greatful that I was given the opportunity to volunteer there.

People are so willing to answer any questions I have and that really makes me feel comfortable…I’m not just someone filing paperwork; they actually want to make sure my needs are met. It’s a lot of fun.

This summer also brought some new changes to my life. About a month ago, I decided to delete my Facebook. Since doing so, I LIVE! I talk to people face-to-face, not on their wall.

It’s great to no longer have to plan what time to harvest my virtual crops so they won’t wither while I’m not online…It’s refreshing to not have something taking over my time. It’s great–I honestly don’t miss it. If you haven’t done so, you should try it.

This is, at last, (and for real, this time) my final year at Whatcom. These next three quarters are going to fly by so fast, if it’ll be anything like the past two years have been.

This quarter I will be returning as your Horizon Editor, and I want to hear from you! Please submit your photos or letters to me and/or our photo editor, Matt (wccpics@gmail.com). Don’t forget to check out our Web site for the latest news: www.whatcomhorizon.com.  While you’re there, leave us feedback!

And check out my blog by clicking in the upper left hand corner.

Until next time…


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Letter from the editor

By Emily Huntington

Horizon Editor

Some people believe that there is no such thing as love at first sight. Normally, I would agree. In fact, before this time last year, I did. Then, I met Bandit, and from that moment my world changed.

Bandit is not a person. He is, however, one of the great loves of my life. He is my cat. I’ve had other cats, dogs, rabbits, and all kinds of animals in my lifetime, but Bandit is special. I can’t tell you why, but since I’ve had him in my life I’ve been incredibly happy. From the moment we met I knew that he would hold a significant place in my heart, unlike anything any other animal (or person, for that matter) could do.

A couple days ago I found him across the road from our apartment, unable to walk. He got hit by a car. I cannot describe the feeling one experiences when seeing something they care so deeply for in a situation like that. There just aren’t adequate words…but knowing that they are helpless is just so heartbreaking.

Upon taking him to the vet, we found out he has nerve damage and pelvic/spinal damage. With cats, the chances of a full recovery aren’t good. However, my hopes are high that Bandit will prevail. To be honest, optimism isn’t my forte, but I have a lot of positive energy with this one.

I feel like this letter is supposed to be full of profound wisdom and words of encouragement. I’m sorry if that’s what you were expecting. I guess it’s not my quarter for those things. Maybe next time, after finals are over, when summer begins and all is good in the world…


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Letter from the editor

By Emily Huntington

Horizon Editor

 A few years ago, I had a plan. I was going to go to college, get a Bachelor’s degree in journalism, and work for The Oregonian. Then, after a few years of writing for a print newspaper, I would work my way into broadcasting. I wanted to be the next Katie Couric.

Then, things changed.

It really sucks, going from knowing exactly where you want your life to be, to waking up and having no idea. Others may disagree. They may feel that not having a plan is exactly the way to go. More power to them, but I can’t live like that. I’m a planner, I make list after list, and I pretty much have to know what my next move is. So when my plan didn’t work out, it was pretty devastating.

On a positive note, at least I’m in college. When my plan fell through, I didn’t give up. I made a change and a new goal. I know that lots of people my age aren’t in college and would love to be. Maybe they don’t know what they want to do or they don’t have the money to go. The problem is, this new goal has left me clueless. Despite all my hard work, some days I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. I feel ill prepared to take on the world. At least with my previous plan I knew what to do.


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Letter from the Editor

by Emily Huntington

From the moment we’re born, the one thing we are guaranteed is that at some point, we will die. We don’t know when or how, but we know it is inevitable. Yet when it comes for our family or friends, it’s not easy to accept.

I have only experienced the feeling of losing someone four times. The first time, it was my father; the second time, it was an old friend whom I’d lost touch with; the third time, it was my grandfather, and most recently, it was a co-worker. None of these experiences have been easier or harder than the other.

The thing about working all the time with the same people is they start to feel like family, whether we hang out outside of work or not. The great thing about my job is that in times of tragedy, the people I work with all come together, which reassures us that we are all feeling the same pain, and that someone is always there to talk to or cry with, and that, I think, helps us get through it.

I don’t know the truth behind the details of how my co-worker and friend wound up in intensive care and later in a coma. There are rumors, but I don’t want to speculate on those. What I do know is that she came into my life for a reason. I’ve heard it said that everyone we know is in our lives for some purpose, even if we don’t see it right away.

Her sudden passing has made me realize even more that life is short. She was only 19, which is only two years younger than me. In some ways, though I never told her, I looked up to her because she didn’t seem to be scared of anything. She got out there and lived life, even if it wasn’t how others wanted her to live. She said she was almost ready to join the Air Force, get out of this town and make something of herself.

I really hope that as you read this, a small part of you can somehow relate to the pain that losing someone brings, and that you can reconnect with old friends you never talk to, family members, or maybe even make a new friend, because as I said, life is short, and we never know when it won’t be anymore.

Rest in peace, Hayley. You were too young to go, but I’m glad you aren’t in pain anymore.


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