The theme of this semester’s last issue of the Observer, growth, lends itself exceedingly well to what I hope to articulate in this letter. For me, growth evokes my favorite color of forest green, the tapestry I bought at the beginning of my first year at Tufts, and of course, the three and a half years I have spent writing and editing for the magazine you hold in your hands.
The tiny computer lab where we produce the Observer every fortnight has been the site of the most meaningful work I have done in college. It’s meaningful to me because it’s meaningful to other people. We make individuals feel seen and heard, we unearth necessary information, and we carve out a space for both reflection and celebration.
I am so proud to have led a staff that attacks every obstacle with so much bravery and enthusiasm. There is nothing quite like the way you guys burst into this [half attic, half time capsule] every two weeks, carrying your snacks for sharing and your sketches and your smiles. And when you leave in the wee hours of the morning, you’ve made something that is both gorgeous and powerful.
I have two last thank yous to share before I recede into retirement. To you! Our readers, who expend time on this magazine, who pick it up or search it up, who challenge what we write and enjoy what we create. Without you, our growth would have no purpose or direction.
And to my managing editor, Owen. If anyone has pushed me this semester to think more critically and more carefully, while also making me laugh hysterically, it is you. In my letter for Issue One, I wrote that being Editor-in-Chief was one of the greatest honors of my life. I realized early on that I was wrong. It’s actually been creating this magazine with you.
With so much gratitude and love,