When it comes to writing stories, I unintentionally write up until the deadline. I intentionally finished writing this piece at 4:27 a.m. the day of deadline with tears in my eyes. I held off as long as possible to write this piece — my final piece for The Appalachian ever.

Walking into the newsroom freshman year in August 2021, I knew I wanted to be a reporter. I was ready to learn about and serve my community. Who would have thought that joining The Appalachian would become my most rewarding experience? 

Since then, I’ve served as Editor-in-Chief for two years, interviewed and met amazing people, written hundreds of articles and edited thousands more, seen the creation of the first-ever Hispanic Heritage Month special section, helped plan a 90th anniversary event and more. I found my place and my passion.

And how could I leave out the election nights, long and delirious PDF nights, crying-laughing moments and, of course, the infamous UNO matches?

None of those experiences would be possible without my amazing support system and team. Though I can’t list every name of who has played a role in keeping me or this paper going, you know who you are. Thank you. I love you more than words can express.

To my former editors and adviser, I’m grateful for your guidance. To my amazing Ed Board(s) and staff members, thank you for sticking with me and for your hard and incredible work. It’s been a pleasure working with you all. Never stop doing what you do, as your work and dedication to the community does not go unnoticed.

For those who supported me and The Appalachian over the years, thank you. Please continue to support student journalism. They do it all for you. 

Who would have thought that leaving this paper and community would be so difficult? Thank you for allowing me to serve you.

And as I did so often when looking through the morgue, I looked through the names of those who came before me and got inspired. I hope someone one day will do the same when they see my name in the paper.