I don’t really read the newspaper. I absorb the absolutely massive amount of text occasionally broken into chunks by stunning photos and graphics, just staring at its immense presence while imagining...

For as long as I can remember there has been a book on my shelf that looks as though it came from a dusty antiques store or the dingy stacks of a university library. The pages are brittle and yellow, the...

I never expected to be in newspaper. On my first day of junior year, after a day of finding my way around the new campus, starting all new classes, and figuring out where to sit at lunch, I just wanted...

Hyphens, commas, and apostrophes– small dots on a page that, four years ago, mattered very little to me. In fact, they kind of bothered me. Who cares about whether there’s an apostrophe in the decade...

There is so much or so little I can write about the newspaper. Similar to my current editor position, I can put in as much effort as I want into this, but just like my work ethic I'm writing this rushedly,...

I first thought about joining the newspaper when a few editors made a presentation during freshman year to encourage students to join. All I really remember from the presentation was two years of the class...

As the purple and silver confetti littered my kitchen counter falling out of my LASA acceptance letter, I had two initial reactions. The first were tears. To this day I don’t think I will ever be completely...

My first day at LASA, someone handed me what I thought was a faulty newspaper because the ink got on my hands and made them sticky– so I threw it away. In fourth period, I thought I was cursed because...