Hello lovely people,
Part of me is really going to miss saying that. Well this is it; the final issue of the year. I’m not crying yet, but the water works will come, I promise. This year has been a roller coaster, not just for me, but for Nubian. If you take out the late nights—and early mornings—we spent in this office, it’s been mostly ups.
I have been so honored to serve as the Editor-in-Chief for Nubian, especially in its 25th year. Twenty-five years of black excellence, of being the voice of the black community here at State, and even though I’ve only been part of the paper for a couple years, that mission has become mine. Going forward, I know I’ll carry the spirit of the paper, making black voices heard, celebrating black triumphs and holding my community accountable, for the rest of my life.
Shout out time!! First, I have to thank my TRiO advisor, Sarah Wright, who sent an email to Nubian Message letting them know I was coming to an interest meeting before I even decided I wanted to go. Then, of course, the amazing staff here at Student Media, especially our advisor. Every time she came in the office, we knew we had at least an extra hour’s worth of work to do, but her suggestions always made the paper better. Then, my incredible staff. Though we be but little, we be fierce! To our readers; thank you so much for your support. Know that everything we do is for you.
I know Nubian will only get better from here. I’m leaving it in the very capable hands of my managing editor, who I would have been completely lost this year without, Keilah Davis. Being editor takes more than I knew I had it in me to give, but I know she’s got it. Every late night, every early morning, every idea and article, she was right there, probably singing or screeching like a pterodactyl. The point is, I know she’s got this. But do me a favor and check in with her. Letters to the editor, questions, comments—all of it will only make the paper better.
And now, I guess it’s time to say goodbye. Nubian Message, NC State, it’s been real.
Love, now and forever,
Anahzsa