The Carletonian

Years before LeBron James broke the spirits of sports fans across northeast Ohio, he effectively ruined my 12-year-old dream of capturing the heart of the potential love of my life.

For anyone who has ever read my column, thank you. For anyone who has ever given me constructive feedback, you have no idea how much it means. But I want to make something really clear. I’m no wiser than anyone else here. I like giving advice to freshmen and sticking up for strippers on paper, but I’m only 22 years old. I have no idea what I’m doing.

Before I start with the meat of my column, I’d like to put in my two cents about the story of the week, the shootings in Tucson, Arizona. I don’t have much to say that’s very insightful that many, many others haven’t already said, so I’ll quickly sum up the smart points I’ve heard and read.