Growing up, summer days were often spent on Cape Cod, enjoying the salt water on the beach, the warm rays of the bright sun, and windy bike trails through the woods. The morning and afternoon hours were...
Writing has always been the sole thing I wanted to do. I had close to no interest in any other subject, and my grades showed that quite clearly. In high school, when I was struggling though algebra and...
My Thursday mornings as an underclassman consisted of waking up, and running to the MUB – not to eat breakfast at HoCo, or pick up my paycheck from the mailroom, but to see if I was published in The...
If someone had told me I would be writing and editing for the University of New Hampshire’s (UNH) student-run newspaper when I first started my environmental science degree here, I would have been a...
When I came on to The New Hampshire (TNH), COVID-19 had changed the way that a lot of student organizations operated and we couldn’t meet together as a whole staff in the newsroom. Since a lot of my...
I spent Wednesday nights in the newsroom producing pages and editing stories, not writing my Shakespeare essay due in seven hours. I spent Friday nights sitting alone in the WUNH studio watching the sound...
When I was in the fourth grade, I had asked my parents to sign me up for the after-school program that was all about creating a newspaper for Garrison Elementary School. I specifically remember working...
When I try to recall my junior year of college, the image is hazy like a photo taken with expired film. It was the first semester since COVID-19 had sent us all home the previous spring, and while I was...
