Sarah Borsari
When I first joined Buzzsaw magazine, I was young and teeming with life. I was a first-semester freshman who had not yet washed off the stink of my sweaty, grubby high school years, but I was eager to learn.
At that point, I still had many grandiose ideas about what my college experience would look like. If I’m being honest, I thought that I would only make it to Sophomore year, then miraculously get cast in a quirky new Netflix comedy about a plucky nerd who is ready to take the big city by storm. I’d win a people’s choice award and never look back. Still, Hollywood was taking a while to call…so I figured Buzzsaw magazine might be a good place to bide my time until then.
I’ve learned from Buzzsaw magazine the importance of Freshman hazing to put people in their place. It was in between the third and fourth complete bottles of Heinz ketchup I was being forced to drink that I realized pretension wouldn’t get me far. Somehow, while I was being paraded around campus in a diaper that read: “Buzzsaw’s little piss troll,” I understood that kindness is key. Somewhere during the sample size Axe Body wash sniffing gambit it dawned on me that I had an opportunity to do some great things here. I left my ego at the door and dove headfirst into this silly club.
Another thing I learned from Buzzsaw is the ease that it takes to embezzle club funds. I shit you not, I have single handedly been outfitting my loved ones in minks for the past 4 years solely using Buzzsaw’s funds. I cannot emphasize enough that I am the editor of the Satire section. What business do I have accessing club funds? I do not know. All I know is that with a couple semi-professional emails and some greased palms, you can basically accomplish anything at Ithaca. The student governance council has asked several times why we need upwards of twenty-thousand dollars just to print 2 magazines. I just blame it on these millennial housing market pandemic inflation recession gas prices avocado toast. Somehow, it always worked. I cannot wait to zoom away from Ithaca College in my Buzzsaw-funded Maserati.
The last thing I learned from Buzzsaw magazine, is the way that great people being kind to each other creates not only an amazing environment, but some truly great work. Buzzsaw only lives because people show up and write, which is a really special thing. I think at the end of the day, that’s what Buzzsaw is. Very special. If this is your first time reading a Buzzsaw magazine, what are you waiting for? Sign up, start writing, and don’t look back.
Isabel if you ever read this–thank you for trusting a weird little Freshman with your section, and sorry about taking this position with the full intention of leaving for a Netflix series. Connor and Ananya, make sure Sawdust is in bed by 7, no sugar after dinner, and please no more than an hour of screen time.
I have truly enjoyed my time as a member of this organization. Reading, writing and goofing off with a smart, funny and talented group of people has been one of the most gratifying experiences I could have asked for in college. To all my Buzzpeeps: all I can do now is thank you, think back fondly, and remind you I’m only ever a call away.