There was always a story to edit, a blog to publish, an email to send and a phone call to make. The list never ended and while sometimes I prayed for it to, it kept me going in a way that nothing else ever could.
Being the “hype man” of GW’s independent student newspaper has been a better learning experience than any college class could have given me.
What taught me that real life is dazzling and delicate in its own right were the people I worked with and experiences I had at The Hatchet.
In my quest to control every aspect of my life, I’ve learned that you can control very few.
I’ve moved from dorms to townhouses to apartments through my time at GW, but I didn’t find my real home on campus until I moved into 2148 F St.
Whatever press box I find myself in down the road, I’ll always be a vocal fan of the greatest team in Foggy Bottom: the GW Hatchet.
There are two places at GW that I’m almost certain are haunted. One of them is The Hatchet townhouse.
An important news value is timeliness. For me, The Hatchet was timely in more ways than one.
The first time I walked into Kramerbooks & Afterwords Cafe, I was certain I had discovered El Dorado.