I recently joined a group of Daily Bruin staffers on a 3 a.m. trek to the outskirts of Los Angeles County to see our paper get printed. Read more...

I never believed I was meant to be a journalist. I am 5 feet 2 inches tall and hardly have a commanding figure. I spent 12 years in Catholic school and was often taught to be kind but somewhat deferential to others. Read more...

I’ve never liked reading newspapers. I find them uncomfortably large when opened, and I’ve never been able to turn their pages without them trying to fall all over the place. Read more...

I fell in love with photography in a high school darkroom. More specifically, I fell in love with the process. The flow of dipping prints from one chemical into another to the constant beat of a ticking clock was mesmerizing. Read more...

Some people live in the same house, on the same street, in the same town for most of their lives before they pack up and leave for college. Read more...

The best advice I received this year came from a high school senior. Toward the end of a high school journalism club meeting, as the students were putting the finishing touches on the Weekly Cobra layout, we talked about the uncertain future of journalism and my uncertain future within that uncertain future. Read more...

I didn’t think it would be hard to write this column. Maybe that’s odd. Writing something that accurately captures what I’ve learned during my time writing for the Daily Bruin – that explains what it feels like to be here, right now, standing with one foot inside Kerckhoff 118 and the other out – probably should never have seemed easy. Read more...