PrintOn Monday, The Eye editors squeezed into our tiny, mint green office to take a staff picture (see the back cover). Space was tight and the editors were forced, as per my demands, to squeeze in and smile. Watching a staff (who hardly knew each other a year ago) joke and chat and stand maybe a little too close for the last time was a bittersweet moment for me.
Working with the very talented group of people who come into this office every week has defined my time on The Eye. Without them I never would have learned the importance of the ampersand, discussed the pros and cons of wearing chelsea boots, dished about Downton Abbey, or watched all (read: all) of Lana Del Rey’s music videos. For that, I thank all of you.
Over the past year, I, along with a very savvy staff, have tried to make this publication something that stands apart from any other on campus. We’ve tried not to write about student life, per se, but about the things we think students in New York want to read (what my father calls “alternative lifestyle” stories). This year we added 20/20, our sassiest section, tried out a horrorfilm- inspired fashion shoot, and had a few laughs hosting a campus event to accompany our first ever comedy issue.
This week marks my 46th time staying up late through Wednesday night (let’s be real—Thursday morning) to make The Eye happen, and I feel so grateful that I have spent so much time with this publication. I love this magazine because it provides a place for students to be irreverent, snarky, sometimes a little inappropriate, but above all, smart, and often scathingly so.
Next week, a new Eye staff will be announced, and I feel confident that our new editors will continue the tradition of this magazine by providing a place for students to write about the issues that matter to us—whether that is gay hip hop or celebrity perfume. I hope that you will keep following us, dear readers.
I have a feeling that The Eye has plenty more to say.