I never thought I’d be writing a goodbye to The Alligator. Everything — good and bad — comes to an end. My relationship with this paper was messy. It chewed me up and spat me out. It built me up and ...

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 ...