After my first semester as a senior reporter for The Daily Texan in the fall semester of 2017, Peter told me, “When you first started, I didn’t think you were very good, but you’ve become...
You know how sometimes you pause, take a good look around and just wonder how you got there? Because I have no idea how I got here. All I remember is sitting in an airport lounge the summer after freshman...
I was in the middle of a disastrous golf round when Alex Briseño called me last August. Normally, I wouldn’t have taken a phone call during a round like that. But to be honest, everything...
When I was a freshman, The Daily Texan was scary. I was told by every journalism professor at UT that if I really wanted to be a reporter, I needed to join the Texan — but I didn’t. Call it...
During my time at UT, people were often confused when I told them I — a public health student aspiring to go to medical school — spent much of my free time working for a newspaper. For a while,...
I often think about how many times you get to experience the first day of your life.
Not literally. That’s weird. I mean, how many times are you awarded a day so significant that it feels...
Listen, I get it — I’m a loser.
I’ve been a big ole fan of The Daily Texan since I was a senior in high school (don’t ask), and one of my favorite things to do around May was...
It feels as if every time I’ve done something related to the basement, there’s always been an aura of uncertainty.
Applying for a spot in the sports department permanent staff on three different...
I didn’t plan to spend four years at the Texan. It just kind of happened.
Sure, I tried out for copy less than a week after starting classes. But I never expected the Texan to become the centerpiece...
My first day as copy desk chief went poorly.
I was proud of the paper that day. I thought it would print free of errors, but then I woke up to texts asking if I knew the difference between “freshman”...
Yeah, this 30 is dedicated
To all the editors that told me I’d always amount to something
To all the sources who lived on UT campus that I was emailin’ straight to
Called the ME on...
One time, I stress vomited on 26th Street in broad daylight because of the Texan. It was equal parts strawberry and migraine. And then a frat boy yelled, “Are you pregnant?” at me from...
