The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

I was the head of the literary magazine and Jimmy was the head of the newspaper. By the end of my junior year, only one publication would be a presence on campus and it had nothing to do with the amusing little war our mascots had waged against each other in the pages of the newspaper, The Voice. It had everything to do with power-hungry staff members who wanted control of every media outlet on campus.

Their mission was apparently to take the school newspaper, the yearbook, the radio station, and all the other media outlets on campus (but strangely, not the literary magazine) and make them all more “professional.” Due to a combination of factors with price and with these politics, Jimmy tried to put the paper entirely online (if I remember correctly) but they weren’t having any of it.

The resulting power struggle resulted in the death of the Bradford Voice, which wasn’t published again in any form until later on in my senior year. And when it was published it was a shadow of its former self. Jimmy, who had worked most of his college career on the paper, was now without one of his greatest outlets.

He was in the middle of some pretty intense relationship “stuff” at that point though, if I recall correctly, and it was his senior year, so he probably wasn’t hurting for things to occupy him.

I mention all of this because it made me grab hold of the literary magazine with all my might. I didn’t want those vultures destroying the publication I’d been entrusted to keep. Even if they weren’t interested in it at the moment, chances were they would eventually be after my “baby” as well.

Eventually, in the Fall issue of the ReView, I wrote a scathing editorial about the whole matter and it got me into a lot of trouble. Thankfully for me, trouble is exactly where I liked to be in that period of my life. Trouble was the spotlight after all and I was the biggest attention-hog of them all.