Sophomore year of high school, I joined yearbook staff. Led by Mrs. Boehringer, I joined yearbook to venture deeper into my childhood fascination with photography, but more so to justify quitting lacrosse....
I’ve never known a semester of college without the Texan. Literally. I’ve been here since the very first semester of my freshman year as a columnist, stayed two more years as an associate editor, spent...
People always ask me, “Why are you working for The Daily Texan if you’re an accounting major?” and the answer I always have is, “I don’t know.” The real answer is that when I scrolled through...
As I sit down to write my goodbye to a place that I’ve called home here on the Forty Acres for over two years, I can’t help but feel the nostalgia roll over me like a wave.
I’ve come to realize...
I never thought I'd be a cool kid and get to write one of these. But, it wouldn't be right if I didn't come clean. So, here it goes: Two years ago, I lied to Christiana and told her I knew how to work...
In the future, when I recall the emotions The Daily Texan stirred in me, I predict “indifference” will never come to mind.
My experiences at this paper have inspired laughs and tears. Pride and...
If I’m being completely honest, I had no intention of working for the Texan this semester.
When I got the phone call asking me to try out for associate managing editor last summer, I hesitated. After...
As a senior digital staffer, normally I’d keep my reminiscing and goodbyes to 280 characters or less. I’d call this amazing, life-changing experience “unforgettable” and leave it at that. Any long...
There is an ugly dry-erase board sitting in my apartment. Peeling blue duct tape segments it into sections, where the names of reporters, their stories and editors’ initials are written in marker.
When...
I’m not sure why I initially hesitated to try out for the Texan. I could blame 18-year-old me for being naive or thinking I lacked skill. Whatever the reason — I’m sure it had to have been fair …...
As I write this, I’m taking ibuprofen. I have a splitting headache. I left the basement last night at about 3 a.m., after losing track of time talking with the same six people I always do. It was (is)...
A year and a half ago, I didn’t even know what AP style was.
I was dazed and confused, changing my major four times from biology to religious studies to human dimensions of organization to journalism....
