Senior Editorial: Megan Flannery
One of my roommates recently asked me if its hit me yet that I’m graduating from college in just three weeks. My answer? “When I finish at The Towerlight it’ll feel real.”
Room 309 has been like a dorm room to me over the last three and a half years, the Union my residence hall. When I’m old – hopefully sitting on my front porch of a house overlooking the beach – and I think back on college, I know I’ll think “Towerlight.”
During my first year at The Towerlight, everything about it was so incredibly intimidating and overwhelming. The editors always seemed to know what to do, when to do it, and who to talk to. I didn’t think that could ever be me.
Jeremy Bauer-Wolf, the Arts & Life Editor at the time, assigned me my first (and probably my all-time-favorite) story: an event titled “Hands in Wax” … yeah.
Jeremy might have rewritten that entire story and maybe even the one after that too, but nonetheless, I progressed. This was mostly in part to Jeremy and the other members of the editorial board that year, then the year after that as Associate Arts & Life Editor, then as Arts & Life Editor, and then as Senior Editor.
In many ways, I’ve learned more from my experience at The Towerlight than I could have ever learned in a classroom. I’ve learned what it takes to manage a staff (It can be harder than group projects), how to find sources and write articles in just a few hours (Two weeks to write an article? What is that?) and feeling completely comfortable approaching random people in Paws and asking them bizarre questions (“Do you smoke e-cigs? I’m working on a story.”)
While of course there have been many Sundays and Wednesdays where I probably did not want to be sitting at my desk in room 309 (like the time I couldn’t see Ed Sheeran on a Wednesday night), I wouldn’t change the last three and a half years for anything.
Whether it was a trip to New York with fellow Towerlighters or interviewing (and taking a selfie) with Joel McHale, my college stories always seem to come back to The Towerlight.
I can remember being a freshman and seeing one of the seniors the day after his last issue of The Towerlight. He was walking across campus carrying a reporter’s notebook and “reporting for his blog.”
I swore to myself that day that that would never be me. But now, as I’m sitting here writing this article, I’m thinking I might throw a reporters notebook in my backpack tomorrow morning.
You know, just in case.