Walking into the Times-Journal for the first day of my summer internship, I didn’t know what to expect. Being the optimistic person I am, I expected to have a modicum of fun, while still learning about the art of journalism. It was the day after my birthday, and it was a day that is forever etched in my memory.

I’ll admit I was a little nervous at first; I didn’t know what to expect. Would I see any other African-Americans there? Would my boss scream and yell at me for my mistakes just as Spider-Man’s Peter Parker’s did? I pulled my nerves together and tried to relax.

I had no idea that my internship with the news print company would change my life forever.

Not only was meeting famous people a chance of a lifetime, but so was meeting individuals in the newsroom. There was the girl from Tennessee who loved the Backstreet Boys, Laura Fenton. Then there was the guy from Mississippi who loved celebrity entertainment as much as I did, Brian Tynes. Last but not least, there was the short in stature but standout from Troy, Chris Wasson. To this day, I still refer to him in some derogatory ways, but it’s all in fun and in love.

Chris was the first one to make me feel welcome in the newsroom. With his excessive playlist of folksy, acoustic guitar rich tunes that included Ingrid Michaelson (a favorite) and The Avett Brothers blaring throughout his car or my car or the newsroom, Chris never ceased to amaze — and annoy — me.

Chris made my internship and current time at the STJ memorable. He always disturbed yet intrigued me with his carefree attitude, at times snide and sarcastic remarks, and point blank philosophies on life.

I still remember the deep conversations we would have in the newsroom about politics and women (a favorite subject of mine).

Though he may come off at times as insincere and aloof, Chris had the biggest heart — which I will miss most.

Chris left the newsroom Thursday to pursue an advanced degree. I knew it was something his heart wanted to do, and I’m happy for him.

He would always encourage and support me in my endeavors, especially in the newsroom, so I wish him all the success. Goodbye my friend and good luck.