It was the one evening I had managed to carve out all semester, and it ended up costing me $234. The one night I wasn’t in the newsroom at a meeting, working, editing or pretending fluorescent lights...

*Warning: The following discusses themes of suicide and harassment. The ragebait and mockery on Fizz is all fun and games for a while. Until real accusations start rolling out. Until students feel empowered...

In our newsroom, accountability is non-negotiable. We don’t publish anonymous columns, and we only grant anonymity to sources only when publishing their name would cause them demonstrable harm. We believe...

I was explicitly encouraged to zone out during my classes last semester. It’s unreasonable to expect attention from a student when they have the option to gaze out the window at an actual castle. I...

One turns into five. Five turns into 20. Twenty turns into never-ending rounds of “I’m sorry” and a series of empty “We’ll call soon’s.” The messages just keep piling up, and you keep telling...

I’ve written more pieces as managing editor than there have been issues this semester. Samara Gerstle, Trinitonian editor-in-chief, and I are always on-call to a staff of… 30? 40? I don’t even...

On Wednesday, I spoke to Associate Dean of Students Ben Williams. He told me that somebody leaked his phone number. He’s received back-to-back calls from churches that espouse anti-LGBTQ+ rhetoric, from...

I like to think that the Trinitonian has garnered a good reputation for itself. We won best small all-around newspaper in Texas and Oklahoma in 2024, so this isn’t solely my vanity. However, this...

When I was hired as a news reporter at the Trinitonian in September of my first year, I had no idea what I was getting into. I knew nothing about journalism; I came to Trinity as an English major who loved...

As I’m sure most of your friends, family and teachers have told you already, the transition to college is a big one. You’re starting a new school, meeting new people, moving cities, states...

I remember the exact day I chose to attend Trinity University. I was on spring break of my junior year of high school, and my mom had insisted on a family road trip to San Antonio, while I’d insisted...

I was dramatically singing along in the car to Lady Gaga’s “Alejandro” when I got the call. Alicia Guerrero, the Trinitonian’s adviser at the time, told me that I would be next year’s editor-in-chief,...