I have a complicated relationship with joy.
I came to UT San Antonio as an 18-year-old in a strange city where I knew no one. I picked up a student newspaper looking for a crossword puzzle, and instead...
Here lies my first and last piece to ever be written in The Daily Texan. Enjoy.
I found myself in the damp basement the spring semester of my sophomore year, after transferring to UT. Although I only...
Prior to accepting a position at The Daily Texan, I had no real experience inside a newsroom. What I did have, however, was the experience of a person who knew what it felt like to be misrepresented in...
I worry a lot about who I will be without the Texan. Ever since I stepped foot in this anxiety trap called the basement in my first semester of college, The Daily Texan dominated my thoughts and feelings....
Honestly, I never thought I would get my graceful exit. My final curtain call. I started at the Texan almost four years ago with big dreams and an open heart. I found my passion for photojournalism here....
A few weeks after I took a flight halfway across the country to move into my dorm on my own, I tried out for The Daily Texan. Frankly, I had no idea what I was doing, which was true for most things on...
This paper has made me cry a lot. Mostly stress tears, but that’s a staple of most jobs under capitalism. Somehow, this paper also continues to attract many talented, kind people who I have had the privilege...
Well, this will officially be the first and last time I write an article for the Texan! I have to say, I think my photos are usually better than my words, so this will be interesting.
I applied to the...
As a transfer student and somebody who joined the Texan their junior year, I didn’t think I’d ever be a department head.
Even now, every time I tell somebody I’m the social media editor, I follow...
There’s a scene in Pixar’s “Soul” that shows an animated depiction of people in “the zone,” where people following their passions — playing the piano, winning a basketball game, whatever...
As part of my character, this was over word count. Three years of friendships, hugs, blood, sweat and tears cannot possibly fit in 540 words and, frankly, three departments and a global pandemic later,...
