We need to talk.

This situationship between us has been going on for almost four years now. You say that you love us, but how are we supposed to believe it when you lock us in the PHI Classrooms every Friday night? You say that you’re raising the next generation of journalists, but how are we supposed to believe it when it feels like all we do is chase down 14-year-olds for overdue articles? 

Despite all the hardships you’ve put us through, we’ve genuinely loved your company and the memories between us. Nothing brought us joy like laughing heartily at a good mélange article, or finally feeling seen when a niche position was presented in the opinions section. Those late-night doughnuts that we ate in tears brought us together like few things ever will. 

But we don’t want to give you false hope. This simply can’t go on. We’ve changed a lot since we began seeing each other, going from writing articles to editing them, to fighting with administrators to getting articles published. We really appreciate how you’ve watched us grow and loved us through all of our phases in your own (slightly messed-up) way. But through all this growth, we’ve outgrown you. 

After seeing just how much potential your collegiate sisters saw in us, we realized how much better we could do. Let’s be honest Log–you’re getting old (est. 1915), and the Hoya, being five years your junior (est. 1920), is just more hip, more beautiful, so much more sophisticated and…active with its appealing, impressive weekly publications. Unlike the Log, The Collegian embraces tech-savvy features such as podcasts, galleries, and anonymous tips–despite being founded in 1914. We’re sorry our relationship can’t continue as is, and we hate to leave you like this. But we know you’ve been hanging out with some new friends (Alex, Natalie, David, and Julia) who are sure to keep you good company, and there’s no reason we can’t stay companions. We still promise to read you every month if you let us.

Sincerely, Luke, Nina, Cindy, and Katelyn