Diary of a Drunk English Major

Cheryl Nuzum Reflector

Dear Diary,

My time at Georgia Southern has come to an end. I’d like to think it was my hard work and dedication that got me through the last five (yes, five) years of college, but if I’m being honest, it wasn’t. I have to give some credit to El Jal, Gnat’s, Dingus, Eagle Creek, Shenan’s, South City or whatever the hell it’s now called, for fueling me along the way. In the beginning I started out with iced coffees and lattes but quickly learned tequila is the way to go. 99 percent of my Latin homework got finished sipping margs on a patio. I wrote half my senior seminar paper sitting at a table in a brewery.

Some of my greatest academic achievements occurred while I sat on my back patio, beer in one hand, book in the other. Ultimately, I think that’s how Hemingway preferred his stories read.

I learned a lot here at Georgia Southern. I read authors I had never heard of. Got involved in projects I didn’t know existed. Fell in love with academia in a way I certainly never imagined. This whole future thing is pretty scary, but I think I’ll be okay. I’ll never forget the books that I read or the pitchers I downed, but it’s the friends I spent the happiest of hours with that I’ll never forget.

Cheryl Nuzum

Class of ‘18