I’ve treated most of these editorials like personal diary entries, which I’m sure they’re not supposed to be, but this is my last issue of the Trinitonian — so let me have this one more time. Honestly,...
When I took the position of managing editor last December, I did not picture myself knee-deep in newspapers from over four years ago with ink stains all over my hands. But that’s just the nature of the...
In my first editorial, I wrote about how cool it was to get the opportunity to make our time at Trinity our own, to create a new Trinity experience in the wake of traditions that seemed lost to COVID,...
As a member of the Trinity community, there are a couple reasons why you might recognize the name Birmingham-Southern College (BSC). Both schools belong to the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools,...
This piece is entirely satirical as a part our April Fool’s edition, the Trinibonian.
I’m going to level with y’all: working for the Trinitonian as long as I have has not been a wholly pleasant...
I’ve had a phobia of dogs for as long as I can remember. No, I don’t have a specific trauma related to a dog attacking me or anything, which I feel like I should explain based on the number of times...
It’s been a long four years, and this last one has been no different. Now that spring break has come and gone, the rest of the semester is laid bare, and the end is finally in sight. Graduation is only...
I attended the Roots Commission conference last Thursday and Friday, and it was an incredible experience. Now for a little bit of a shameless plug, if you want to know more about the conference and what...
It’s that time of year again: the mountain laurels are blooming, temperatures are climbing … and sprinklers across campus are running for all hours of the day. Just this Tuesday, on my way to and from...
It has been a long week. A series of long weeks, actually. Exhausted, overwhelmed, fed up with everyone and everything, ready to snap at the next person who dared to ask me a question about something I...
Today I got accepted into my second law school. It’s fantastic and relieving news, especially considering that I decided that law school was even something I wanted to do kind of late in the game. But...
I’ve never been good at saying “I love you.” To be honest, I don’t really know why. It’s gonna sound sad, but I think it dates back to when I was a kid, trying desperately to fit in. Far too...
