I fell in love with the organization, the buzz of the office, the hectic nights when we were fortunate or silly enough to believe that we were doing something that mattered.
I had never been a “newspaper person” and I was terrified that Spec would be full of “newspaper people,” who would scoff at my lack of journalistic knowledge and/or talent.
As graduation approaches, and I have, for once, a bit of a bully pulpit, I do feel the need to revisit all of these clichés because I feel like the value of working on Spectator is most often misconstrued from the outside.
I have memories of bubbles in the office and corrections and Sporcle and people and Starbucks. I remember dealing with people who aren’t rational. You compromise and talk and grow.
In their minds, someone who didn’t do this would be like a unicorn, or a Barnard student wearing pants instead of leggings: nice in theory, maybe, but certain never to exist in the real world.
