A lot of people have really great stories about Y2K.

And with the new decade and everything, these stories tend to come up. One kid vividly remembers standing in her parent’s room as the Times Square ball dropped, holding a flashlight just in case the electricity should go out. Another friend was pretty convinced that the security systems at area prisons would fail, and serial killers and rapists would be walking the streets by 2 a.m. I’ve heard stories of camping stoves and stocking up on canned goods, batteries and beer. And then there are those people who thought that history would repeat itself and stuff.

Try as I might, the only thing I can remember about the turn of the millennium is pickle juice. I don’t know why, I don’t know how – maybe it’s that pickles last a long time, or that pickle juice has a lot of electrolytes, or just that as a child, thinking about the end of the world brought to mind a pickle jar sans pickles. No flashlights, no canned goods. Just pickle juice.

As weird as it is, I really do wish that salty cucumber vinegar juice was all I could think about when faced with this whole new decade we find ourselves entering. This whole new decade, in which I will definitely become a twenty-something, hopefully graduate, enter the workforce and maybe even get married. All scary thoughts. It's scary to even imagine where I'll be ten years from now.

Just take a look at how far an entire university (much less a measly ol' magazine editor) has come in the last decade (our feature, pg. 10). There's the trends (pg. 4), the movies (pg. 14) and the food (pg. 7). But looking back never gets us very far. We should, instead, look to the future and hope for bounteous pickle juice.


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