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 were trying to study.
There’s no better way to put it — I’m burnt out. I’ve spent five semesters at The Daily Texan, and I never thought writing my 30 column would bring no tears.
In seven semesters working at the Texan, I’ve written 100 stories. Story number 101 is my goodbye to this basement and its paper that have shaped my college experience.
