Growing up, the adults in my life always told me I should be a lawyer. Evidently, it wasn’t because I was a voracious reader, weirdly fascinated by civics or would write until I developed calluses on my ring finger.
No, I was a kid who liked to debate and stick up for strangers, and for some reason, that was a bad thing to be.
I’m older now, but writing has always been a consistent part of who I am. When I first started writing articles, I wrote about community events, historical retrospectives and the black-and-white filler of the college experience at Miami Regionals. When I came to Oxford, I wanted something different.
I wanted to use “I” in my stories. I wanted to talk about the things everybody thought, but no one said. I wanted to have time to deeply reflect on the subjects that interested me, such as the underappreciation of the humanities and the reality of living on campus.
Sometimes I feel that people associate the word “opinion” with ammunition against their beliefs. It shouldn’t have to be that way, and I want to make a change, even if it’s one article at a time.



