Editor’s note: A 30 column is a chance for departing senior staffers to say farewell and reflect on their time spent in The Daily Texan’s basement office. The term comes from the old typesetting...
Editor’s Note: A 30 column is a chance for departing permanent staff to say farewell and reflect on their time spent in The Daily Texan’s basement office. The term comes from the old typesetting...
Editor’s Note: A 30 column is a chance for departing permanent staff to say farewell and reflect on their time spent in The Daily Texan’s basement office. The term comes from the old typesetting...
I knew I brought my winter jacket to Austin for a reason.
Coming from Winnipeg, Manitoba — the coldest major city in the world — I wasn’t ready to scratch the down-lined peacoat from...
You can spell several things with the letters in “The Daily Texan.” Anxiety. Denial. Hate. Exile. Death. I tried to make some positive words to mitigate those extremely dark ones but failed...
The first time I walked into the Texan office, I broke a glass kombucha bottle in front of Sarah-Grace Sweeney. I took that as a bad omen. After giving up on my tryout, I was surprised to wake up one morning...
Years later, when I look back at my time at The Daily Texan, there are several things I won’t remember. I won’t remember all the times we missed scriptset — there are probably too many...
“Well, now I want to die.”
Of course I don’t, but this classic Royal Tenenbaums line is a pretty accurate exaggeration of my feelings concerning my departure from The Daily Texan.
It’s...
I stumbled upon The Daily Texan by accident. I was a freshman. I saw a flyer pasted on a bulletin board in the art building calling for tryouts, I stumbled into the fluorescent lights and stale air of...
Looking back at my freshman year, I never would have guessed I’d be where I am now. Throughout this crazy journey that is my life, photography found its way into my heart. The idea of being a journalist...
In all honesty, I have not been at the Texan a very long time. I stayed away for almost two years before I finally made my way into the basement. But now, I’ve made it to the end of the line, and...
On the days I came home from school crying because I felt like I didn’t fit in, my mom always promised I would find people like me in college. I’m sure I didn’t believe her. But if there...
