
I went to Spectator’s open house during the spring of my first year, half on a whim, half propelled by the relentless anxiety that everyone else was doing something and I wasn’t. I didn’t know much about Spec besides that it was a student-run newspaper. I talked to the then-deputy editors of the Arts and Entertainment section and took some stickers. I applied, thinking that I like both art and writing, then soon joined the A&E trainee class of six (soon to be three) that spring.