Andria Bibiloni: Thanks to Ross and Chris for letting me design for Street even though I frowned a lot and my style was never fancy. For the record, I did not appreciate all those Balboa references next to my masthead name. I am not a groupie. I just like to shag rock stars.
Ross Clark: Dear Street, thanks for ruining my future political career. As my Papa summed it up, "Son, it's a good thing that you aren't running for office because you seem to be making a lot of enemies." To all the haters, maybe you should look into picking up another hobby. In the meantime, I'll be accepting contributions for my 2016 Congressional campaign.
Anthony Cotton: If you are reading this, I care far too much about what you think. Once again, my feelings can best be expressed through Boyz II Men lyrics: "Although we've come to the end of the road, still I can't let go. It's unnatural. You belong to me. I belong to you."
Tami Fertig: Thank you for letting me correct your mistakes. I feel closer to you all.
Tim Gunatilaka: I wanted so badly to dislike you, to leave you, to walk away. But your love is like love-heroin, and I am addicted... to love-heroin. If Penn is the emotionally unavailable boyfriend that I cannot leave, then for the last three years, 34th Street has been the Dear Diary to purge my frustration and ache before inextricably returning to my reluctant love. Let's face it, I'm smitten.
Scott Haller: I'm sick of this magazine and everyone in it! So long losers whom I've always hated.
Rachel Josue: Culture, you've been good to me over the years. You are what kept me entertained, well fed and generally sane when shit hit the fan in all other aspects of my life. For that, I thank you. It's been real. Sayonara.
Laura Katz: I'd like to thank all the Little People. To the leprechauns who live under the office desks: you're an inspiration. I know it gets damp down there and y'all never give up the struggle! To the roof gnome: thanks for the cigs. To Eddie the Elf: your lovin' keeps me on fire. I dedicate every Sex and the Campus column to you. Never forget: it's the motion of the ocean. Wise words for a generation. Adios!
Chris McFall: I drank to forget you. I smoked cigarettes to calm myself in my days without you. I had meaningless one night stands to erase your touch. I know that we had problems but do you think we could try things again? Street, I love you. I've changed. I promise. Baby, we can do this.
Daniel "D-Mac" McQuade: Some college newspapers do long, emotional, 5,000 word (no lie) goodbyes. I can sum up my feelings for this magazine and its staff in one sentence: I'm crying as I type this.
Tammy Meister: Goooooooodbyeeeeeeeeee. This was fun.
Erica Mizrahi: "Ma skin is white, but ma soul is chocolate." It only took me 3 years to figure out that no matter what color your skin is or your soul may be, Street will find you. Thanks for three great years -- even to all the editors who never knew who designed their pages. And to all those who can appreciate the way a girl butters her toast, I love you!
James Schneider: Bye Ke-Lo, you were the only Guides editor that I liked. Bye Rachel Senturia, you wrote all my listings. Bye John Brooks, I want to have sex with your words. Bye Chris Smith, I still want to punch your band. Bye hot girl who wrote only twice. Call me. The Dude Abides.
