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...

Over the course of three years, I have oftentimes found myself looking down at my phone at a particular set of words: “Hey Jose, can you take a shoot?” Despite the fact that I had received the same message time and time again, from multiple editors, it never failed to evoke the feeling of déjà vu as I put the phone down. Read more...

I dread the emptiness of a blank white page and the impatience of a blinking cursor. To confront that blankness, armed with nothing but a pen or a keyboard, a mind and maybe an idea, is intimidating. Read more...