I’m the first to leave every party I go to. My bed and I have a passionate affair that I refuse to cut short in the name of social graces. I always know when to say my goodbyes. And while I’m not a senior, it’s time I say goodbye to The Daily Tar Heel.
I joined the DTH because it seemed like the only thing to do. I was a first-year student, the pandemic raged on and it was the only potentially remote extracurricular I could think of. Inspired by the mentorship offered to me by photo editors Morgan Pirozzi and Yates McConnell, I became an assistant photo editor during my second semester with the newspaper.
As a photo editor, I floated around the newsroom, writing pieces for every desk except sports, of course. And this year, I became an assistant University desk editor, a position I held under the guidance of University editor Liv Reilly — who is the only reason I remain somewhat sane.
I spew my resumé to you, reader, just to give you an idea of what the DTH has meant to me. It has been a platform of expression, an avenue of opportunity, a frame of my college experience.
Serving in this newsroom has put me courtside at a men’s basketball national championship, inside the Supreme Court and in front of the barricade at a Phoebe Bridgers concert. It has given me an excuse to carry my camera around campus. It has allowed me a first glance at the news every day. It has taught me how to spell Guskiewicz.
But beyond all the glamor and the highlights and the lessons, it has given me a Chapel Hill family.
In my worst hours, the newsroom has been open: former Editor-in-Chief Praveena Somasundaram once welcomed me in at 1 a.m. for an emergency therapy session; general manager Courtney Mitchell was a huge supporter throughout my comically long search for an internship; former opinion editor Rajee Ganesan cut my hair in the office.
And in my best hours, the newsroom has been open: assistant University desk editor Abby Pender and I shared too many illicit-but-hysterical stories to count, design editor Carson Elm-Picard convinced me to join a band, opinion editor Caitlyn Yaede broadened my provocative vocabulary.
I’ve slept on the floor in the office. I’ve ridden a bike in the office. I’ve made a charcuterie board in the office. I’ve done everything but physically die in the office, though I almost mentally did so many times.