Kerckhoff 118. 1:43 a.m. Usually a time when about five exhausted, sleepy and burned out Daily Bruin staffers exit the building to a freezing, hauntingly empty UCLA campus and make their way home to get some rest. Read more...
Kerckhoff 118. 1:43 a.m. Usually a time when about five exhausted, sleepy and burned out Daily Bruin staffers exit the building to a freezing, hauntingly empty UCLA campus and make their way home to get some rest. Read more...
Growing up, I despised writing. Sure, I enjoyed reading, just like any other young girl, but I never imagined myself as an author, blogger, Yelp reviewer and most outrageously, a journalist. Read more...
It is very rare – if at all possible – to feel a copy editor’s presence in a published work. So I decided to change that, at least for one day, by writing this column. Read more...
Cut. Awkward, rephrase. When I first saw these bolded words plastered all over the draft of my first ever Daily Bruin story, my heart sank. I had worked on that story for hours, poring over every minute detail, fleshing it out with fanciful language. Read more...
I was the worst player on my high school baseball team. But during one drill, I was almost the best. It was a simple ground ball drill. Read more...
This is my collegiate recap, something of a career-ending column to remember the past four years. So let’s take a look back. My first lesson in the Daily Bruin Sports section was to never use the tired phrase that coaches and players love to recycle: “We’re just taking things one game at a time.” It’s a boring cliche that tells the reader nothing. Read more...
I would probably still be trying to become an opera singer if it wasn’t for the Daily Bruin. I came to UCLA nontraditional in my desired career path but absolutely un-extraordinary in every other way. Read more...