It feels strange to be writing this column now, when I feel so disconnected from campus. I’m taking remote classes this semester — and have been since the spring 2020 semester, when students...
One perk about leaving the Texan during a pandemic semester is that I didn’t have to throw the orientation party, the Last Night of Print Party or any of the random ones in between. My roommates...
I am more than aware of how ironic it is that I have worked at one of the best student newspapers for almost three years, yet I remain a subpar writer.
I’ll try to keep it short since this...
After an emotionally traumatic stint as a reporter and editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper, I told myself I would never work for another newspaper.
I kept my word for a total of one semester...
It’s hard to find a nice, neat story to sum up my experiences at the Texan. But one not-so-nice moment at the beginning of fall 2018 taught me a lesson I still carry with me.
You see, my first...
A little over a year ago, I was a fresh face on campus, in Moody — and in The Daily Texan basement.
I had always imagined that I would spend the entirety of my time at UT working at The...
My last semester working for The Daily Texan was unpredictable, but then again every semester at UT is. Kicking off senior year with a pandemic wouldn’t have been my first guess, but I wouldn’t...
I knew that I wanted to join The Daily Texan from the moment I got to UT. Although I chose to be a computer science major, I couldn’t quite cut off my ties to journalism. It was a part of me, like...
After being rejected from The Daily Texan five times my freshman year, I wasn’t sure I was cut out to be a journalist.
I vividly remember calling my mom, in tears, and promising that I would...
There were a lot of days when I didn’t know if I could keep working at the Texan.
I struggled a lot here. I struggled with the constant wave of production. I struggled with what being a...
I found out I got the job as a sportswriter in the silent library of the RLM. Despite the fact that I was in the RLM, a factory of sadness, my brother and I silently fist pumped as we disturbed many who...
I remember the first time I walked into the basement. It was my first week at UT, and I was pretty sure I was in the wrong place. I looked around awkwardly after entering through the double doors —...
