Of all the stressful deadlines I’ve faced at the Texan, writing this column is the toughest. I don’t quite know how to summarize my time here, since my job has been to make other people’s content look cool.
Ugh, when will the walk signal change? My left sleeve was damp from the rain. Partly because the wind was picking up, and partly because my friend and I were crammed under a flimsy, dollar store umbrella.
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 one of our best reporters.”
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 that could go wrong on a golf course had, up to that point.
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, so was I.