There is a common saying (at least among my best friends) that a girl can only work at The Alligator every other semester.
You see, I used to take breaks from The Alligator. In my first two years at the paper, I’d take an “off semester.” I would tell everyone I knew I needed a break from the workload or the lack of suitable payment. In all honesty, I wasn’t staying away for any of these reasons.
For the longest time, I never felt I belonged at The Alligator. Though I spent every Sunday afternoon there, I was terrified of anyone knowing too much — which is ironic when you work with a group of people who want to know everything…