Konyk’s Final Farewell

By Taylor Konyk
Outgoing Sports Editor

The time has come for me to say farewell to Washington College. After only two years at this grand institution it’s time to move on and move out.

Becoming a Shoremen will remain one of the greatest triumphs of my life. When my post-high school aspirations were dashed by medical complications, I found myself living a stagnant life. Five months after graduating from Chopticon High School, I decided I needed to go to college by any means necessary. After continuously hacking out semesters at the College of Southern Maryland, I transferred to Washington College. After an adventure of events I could finally get a college experience—something imagined but never realized.

Washington College delivered. Immediately, I began writing sports stories for The Elm, working under Tim Marcin; I didn’t know at the time how brilliant he was. But without missing a beat, I became a college journalist.

Simultaneously, I tried my hand—and my luck—in Rugby.

My mother was far more excited to hear I’d become a journalist than a rugger, although she immediately enjoyed the games she watched.

Soon after I established myself as a first semester junior, I rushed the Kappa Alpha Order. It’s hard to believe only a short time has elapsed since I met my brothers—it feels like lifetimes have passed.

Finally, before I knew it, senior year struck and so too did the infamous senior capstone. My thesis advisor, Dr. Clayton Black, granted me the great fortune of researching the history of antisemitism—something I’d been burning to understand since I began my college career.

To my colleagues at The Elm: thank you. My college experience started and will end with The Elm. Writing for the sports column was an incredible amount of fun, and it offered me a great opportunity to meet new people in a short span of time. Editing pages with you all has been a pleasure. Working as a team to build The Elm each week is an experience I will surely take with me in future endeavors.

To my ruggers: keep the program strong. I’ve only been playing for a short time, but I can see the potential the team has to grow in the future. Recruit and recruit some more. Harness the talents of the team and make a name in the conference. Nothing can replace those Saturday mornings, playing with a chip on our shoulders. We were the team with no coach or substitutes. We could bend but never break. The only thing I regret is that I never had the pleasure of breaking my nose.

To my brothers: this is not a farewell. Through my toughest moments at WC, you all saw me through. Each of you—in a different way—inspires me to reach for excellence every day. I am proud to be your brother.

Finally, to the College: It has been an experience, but that was exactly what I was after all along. I wanted to fit four years into two. Farewell to the college that champions experience. Only at WC could I become a historian, journalist, editor, rugger, and a fraternity man.

This has been everything I expected it to be.

I will graduate feeling prepared  to take on the challenges of life in my twenties. Upon graduation I will move states away from my family. I expect life to be difficult at first, because I will lose the support I’ve come to enjoy my whole life. However, I have my WC family and fraternity brothers wherever I roam.

Farewell, Washington College. It’s time for me to tackle a new part of life.


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