Photographing my way to my latest edition of Southern News

Roma Rositani photo editor

From photographer to Southern News photo editor, I learned to photograph just about anything. Two and a half years, nine hundred and twelve and a half days and one million three hundred and fourteen thousand minutes, I channeled into the journal. Although it looks like I’m complaining, this is the furthest from it. The journal, my colleagues and my mentors have taught me an abundance of things that I will take with me forever.

Everything I learned doing this, nothing prepared me to reflect on the past nine hundred and twelve and a half days.

My life with the newspaper and my life with Southern have been two completely separate entities. Coming to the newspaper was a getaway, a place where me and the people I called family could talk to each other and complain about anything and everything without being judgmental.

Not only did I make a family with the people, but I share the same ambitions with them; having my sister by my side as editor was exciting and a bit scary – big sisters are always scary, but she was someone I could rely on and ask for help. The AP style is tough, and she kind of made it easy.

There’s never been a single day when the work of all the staff didn’t matter on campus, and I think that’s a wonderful feeling.

In the early mornings, half would drink coffee sitting at my desk, and computers slower than my 89-year-old grandmother made it worth pulling out a newspaper every Wednesday.

Saying thank you to the people who helped me these nine hundred and twelve and a half days might be a cliché, but I want to say thank you to my sister, once again Sofia Rositani for being the best big sister. Bria Kirklin, the photographer and my close friend, for taking pictures when I was just too lazy. Wula Cham, our editor, not to make fun of my poor back to primary school, spelling. Sarah Shelton, our editor, for speaking out about her issues and making everyone smile. Thank you Morgan Douglas, our sportswriter, for listening to me talk nonsense while you were laying out your page. And finally, Cindy Simoneau, thank you for trusting me in the role of photo editor and walking us through what it means to publish a good article.

A scared freshman with a photography major looking for a job on campus led to unimaginable doors and experiences I was able to get so much out of the Southern News and I wouldn’t trade those nine hundred and twelve and a half days for nothing.

Thank you all for making it so hard to say goodbye, I know I’ll see you sooner rather than later. Ritu Ghatourey once said, “Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize what you had, what you lost, and what you take for granted.