This year, I managed to avoid the inaugural episode of clicking, dragging, and screaming that is The College Voice’s publication ritual. And I’ll admit it; I was probably less stressed here in Managua, Nicaragua than I would have been there in New London, Connecticut. But, I can say with clichéd yet total honesty that I did, in fact, miss Voice production. So although I won’t be writing or editing for the Voice this semester, I do plan to read it religiously from abroad (maybe with the exception of Sports; sorry guys) so I can remain up to date on the strides the current staff is taking, which I expect to be both massive and many.