Dear reader,
We need to talk. I don’t think this is working. I’m just kind of distracted all of the time with graduation and my next steps and whatnot, but you deserve better.
I won’t keep you here any longer; it would just be unfair to us both. I know, I know. It’s super cliché, but it’s true. It’s not you, it’s me!
If I could just tell you what to pay attention to in this issue, maybe that would smooth things over between us? I really think we can be friends again, eventually.
Our news section recaps the Artemis II mission. I guess I’m not the only one with their head in the clouds. Spend some extra time with our cover story, honoring the late, great Lou Holtz.
As summer approaches and the school year winds down, our culture section promises to curate that fun-loving country vibe by talking about Noah Kahan’s recent album and the three concerts on campus this year. Carrie Underwood probably understands what we’re going through right now, and I think she has a song for it!
The perspectives writers were truly sentimental, with reflections coming from our first-year kiddos to our senior citizen fourth-years. I know I’ve changed immensely over these past four years, and I just hope that I haven’t outgrown you.
Our humor section is uniquely athletic … with tales from the Holy Half to 7 a.m. group fitness classes. That’s partly why I’ve been so distant … I’ve been trying to make it to the early morning Duncan workout classes!
Although I am always in favor of getting back on the horse after a breakup, the opinion section gets a little heated over the Kentucky Derby.
Look, if I know one thing we have in common, it's our love for Notre Dame sports. What’s not to love about Jeremiyah and another famous brother duo on the lacrosse team?
On a serious note, I cannot thank you all enough for an unforgettable year. Thank you for tolerating me, for the pity reads and for supporting our talented staff of writers, designers and photographers. It’s been the honor of a lifetime to serve Scholastic and Notre Dame. This isn’t goodbye, it’s just see you later.
Signing off,
Tess Reinhart