Letter from the Editor 05.01.2019

Well. We’re halfway done. Not the school year, but the term on the Daily Pennsylvanian’s 135th Board. It’s kind of messing with my head — the idea that my tenure here is bound by a calendar year that will be over before I know it. 

I know this semester happened. I was there. But in many ways, it’s kind of a blur — so many late nights in the office, so many issues papering the walls, so many Slack messages and slices of New Style pizza. Oh, and, for the record, I sometimes went to class. But this semester feels like it’s barely started, and now it’s over. 

Soon, the class of 2020 will be installed as seniors at Hey Day and the class of 2019 will be shipped off into the “real world.” We’ll leave for the summer, finish our finals, and maybe see our families. 

Things happened, and they will continue to happen. And there’s nothing I can do to make it stop.

As tired and stressed as I may be right now, I still want to live in this moment. I want to preserve the time I was Street’s editor–in–chief in amber, because it’s the proudest and most fulfilled I’ve ever been. I have a home here, friends, a purpose. And it’s terrifying to think that my time in charge is half-done. Half-empty.

But I guess this is the part where I make a glass half-full pun. 

There’s a whole other half of 2019 to mess up, cry, laugh, binge-watch Netflix, cuddle in the Snuggie I keep in my desk drawer. And it’s not like life ends after Street does. It’ll just be a new set of challenges and a new setting to experience them. So let’s see what happens.