Departing Editors 2012

Everything I love about The Hatchet hangs on its walls. The yellowing pages from my first issues as editor in chief are slowly crinkling.

What I’ve loved about my time at The Hatchet is that in my four years at GW the paper has given me a voice.

I know nothing will keep me away from the photo nook that has been my home for four years now.

Each year, graduating editors are given 30 final column inches – “30” was historically used to signify the end of a story – to reflect on their time at The Hatchet. This came so much sooner than I ever expected. Days ago, I was finishing my thesis for a major I never expected to have, […]

Each year, graduating editors are given 30 final column inches – “30” was historically used to signify the end of a story – to reflect on their time at The Hatchet. They call me a slayer. And by they, I mostly mean Doug. I don’t remember when my nickname arose, but it’s had incredible sticking […]

Each year, graduating editors are given 30 final column inches – “30” was historically used to signify the end of a story – to reflect on their time at The Hatchet. I’ve been saying goodbye to The Hatchet since December. I was wrapping up my degree, cramming out the last few edits of my thesis […]

The Hatchet townhouse has become a home for me, and not just because I spend most of my waking – and sometimes sleeping – hours there.

It’s liberating and horrifying to think of being forced out of The Hatchet microcosm.

I cannot do justice to all the ways being a part of the multimedia section has changed the way I see things.