Natalie Miller
13 minutes ago
No one ever tells you just how hard it is to be EIC. Yeah, you expect it to be difficult. You expect admin to be jerks and students to not care. You expect to struggle to sell enough ads to pay your staff. You expect Sunday production to be hell for one reason or another. But nothing could have prepared me for just how much the newspaper has bled into my life this year. Into my friendships. Into my mental health. Into my sense of self. The paper's successes were my successes. The paper's failures were my failures. It shouldn't have been that way. I let myself get sucked in, as so many former EICs have. I have only myself to blame for that. Do I wish I had done things a little differently? Yes. Every day. But I can't change the past. I can only accept it. And I'm accepting it. This year, although the worst year of my life thus far, has also been the best. The biggest thank you to my friends, my staff, my family. I couldn't have done it without y'all.
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