I really had no idea what I was in for here.
The only reason I joined the Daily Bruin was because I was handed a flyer on Bruin Walk my first week of classes and, not wanting to seem rude, pretended to read it as I passed all the other people handing out flyers for their various clubs.

280 characters.
After a year spent as an assistant Opinion editor, whittling down and crafting pieces over 900 words long, a new job as the Social Media director left me with just 280 characters.

I’ve spent most of college stumbling out of my comfort zone and onto the right path by mistake.
It was true with my last-minute decision to apply to and attend UCLA.

To describe my UCLA experience without uttering at least a dozen mentions of the Daily Bruin would be impossible; the student newspaper, wedged into a sometimes-walled, sometimes-dry office space, consumed more of my time than any class ever could.

“No normal person would stay at the Daily Bruin,” I say without thinking.
My friend laughs nervously. “Aren’t you the editor in chief?”
Right! I said what I said.

From the instant I joined the Daily Bruin, I understood that there was a reputation here to uphold. The Bruin is one of the top student newspapers in the country, and I felt as if nothing short of perfection would be tolerated.