Letter from the Editor: What you are about to read almost did not exist
By Staff Writer | April 30It's Sunday evening. Curtains up: Cue me, in a cardigan and sweatpants, dark hair tied into a loose bun that screams "this is my last week of classes ever." Yesterday's mascara is making a sad attempt to keep me looking awake. Somehow my bed is neatly made, but there's a half-eaten chocolate bunny at the foot. My thesis papers and reporter notebooks are everywhere. I have a final-round job interview first thing in the morning. Sheesh.
