I don't even know where to begin.

How to sum up the past three plus years of my life at Penn State, and the past two plus with The Daily Collegian?

While I'm not graduating, I am saying good-bye to The Daily Collegian. I'm moving on to "greener pastures, bigger and better things" at Blue-White Illustrated. I'm being followed closely by much ridicule from my esteemed colleagues for being the traitor that I am, but they kid because they care, right? They're all just jealous anyway.

I'm the typical story of the Penn State student who grew up always knowing she would attend Penn State, always holding a place for Joe Paterno and Penn State football in her heart, and loving every minute of her Penn State experience. From the terribly disappointing opening season loss to Toledo in 2000, my freshman year, to the trashing of Nebraska in 2002, my junior year, to the final game I would ever attend at Penn State as a student, I loved it all. And my Collegian experiences: standing poolside in the stifling humidity of the McCoy Natatorium while covering men's swimming; sitting on the sideline of Bigler Field while my fellow field hockey writer listed off the names of each player he'd give anything for just to take to his fraternity's hayride.

I will never forget camping out the night before the 2002 homecoming game against Northwestern. Barely sleeping that night and waiting in line cloaked with trash bags in an attempt to stay dry.

I will never forget Danny - the close friend of the father of my roommate from sophomore year. Pounding down beers, singing along to DMX and grilling hot dogs. In the same token, I will never forget the extremely inebriated student from West Virginia who hit on that same roommate's mother before the Nebraska game. (I now know not to say anything in reference to people from West Virginia lacking teeth.) I will never forget dragging my roommates out of bed hours before kickoff so that we could be guaranteed a good spot in the stadium. And I'm sure they will never forgive me for it either.

I will never forget getting into a fight with two girls, standing in front of me at the Indiana game this season, over whether or not Austin Scott should play. They berated me because it was senior day and Paterno was certainly not going to play Scott on Senior Day. Is Michael Robinson a senior?

I will never forget the guy standing in front of me who told me and a friend to shut up because I was being too loud at a game freshman year. And his friend's ensuing comment - "Hey, maybe we'll punt the ball now, except we don't have the ball." My friend and I spent the remainder of the game obnoxiously asking what period it was and when we were going to go on the power play.

I will never forget finding the one person in four years of attending Penn State football games who knew the words to the fight song as well as I do. Come on people, the words aren't that hard to learn and it's so much more fun when you know them.

I'm sure I will be back in attendance next season when Joe Paterno makes another run for a national championship. I will probably even be standing in the student section. I will probably be tailgating with the same people, drinking the same beer and eating the same hotdogs. I will still be yelled at for cheering too loud and get into fights over who Paterno should be playing. I just won't be a student.

Oh, and I will never forget the Collegian and the Collegian sports staff. It is, after all, the reason I changed my major to journalism and have no hope of ever earning a decent living in the near future.