This paper gave me passion and confidence I didn’t know I had, and I know the same holds true for every single person who cares about this paper, too.
From quibbling with copy about commas or with Sarah over editorial judgment, I hope I’ve made the paper the best version of itself each week.
The Hatchet created some of my best memories from college, and I wish I could have a few of mornings in the townhouse back.
I realize now that we aren’t just covering the current headlines – we’re changing the community around us and documenting history.
Even though The Hatchet didn’t always give me exactly what I wanted, it always gave me exactly what I needed.
I didn’t see it coming, but The Hatchet pushed me outside my comfort zone, introduced me to the hardest working bunch around and gave me my best memories at GW.
The staff of The Hatchet are incredibly dedicated to the craft, and I owe it to them for my growth as both a storyteller and person.
I’m eternally grateful for all that I learned and the experiences I gained at The Hatchet.
Throughout my time on the Hatchet, I’ve met the perfect roommate, was awarded incredible photography opportunities and pursued my passions.
I may not have interned on Capitol Hill like I dreamed of doing, but I ended up doing something much more worthwhile.