One year, one week, and one day after the end of World War I (and half a century before women were admitted to the College of Arts & Sciences), the six men of the inauguralٲboard published the first issue of what would become Boston College student newspaper. In the hundred years since then, thousands of editors and writers have produced more than 2,500 issues and more than 100,000 stories that collectively comprise a people history of Boston College (the entire archive is available online). The vast majority ofٲwriters and editors have moved on to become politicians, pediatricians, or the manager of a Chinese art archive. But for some of us, the paper sparked a calling.
For my part, I spent 2009 and 2010 crammed into McElroy 113, working 16-hour days (noon to 4:00 a.m.) to put out the paper while trying to make arts editor Kristen House 12my boss, and my future wifelaugh. Libidinous and anxious, we student journalists had to fill 24 pages twice a week. No idea was too ridiculous:What are the best songs about food?Cover story!What are the politics ofThe Boxcar Children? Let investigate via a weekly column. How, I wondered, can I keep this going forever? In the years since then, I have served as this magazine editorial assistant and written for some excellent publications, and these days amWIREDmagazine research editor.
For theٲcentennial, I asked five alumni journalists about their time at the paper.
Lesley Visser 75, H07
Trailblazing sports reporter who worked for theBoston Globe, CBS, AسԹ, and ESPN
My entire career began in the cramped newsroom of theHeights. Id wanted to be a sportswriter from the time I was 10 years oldon Halloween, other girls dressed up as Mary Poppins, Id go as Sam Jones. The job did not exist for women then, but theHeightsgave me a chance. I treated every assignment, big or small, as a quality at-bat. And I made memories. When سԹ beat Texas A&M down in College Station, I got to write a sidebar. Coach Joe Yukica, normally stoic, stood up in the front of the plane on the way back to Boston and declared, The South is dead! We cheered as if wed won the national championship.
Reeves Wiedeman 08
Contributing editor,New Yorkmagazine
It was a stroke of luck to have Dave Benoit as my freshman year roommate in Cheverus. Within weeks of meeting, we were writing for theHeights. A few weeks after that, one of our classmates came knocking on our door to complain about an article Dave had written. By second semester, we were both on the paper staff, and a year later we were running the place, as editor-in-chief and managing editor. After graduation, Dave and I moved into an apartment in Brooklyn, having both secured jobs in journalism. And just last week, we met at a dark bar off Times Square, where Davehe now a reporter with theWall Street Journal, which means Fortune 500 CEOs call to complain about his articlesgave me a hot tip for a story he thought I should chase down. All of which is to say that someone in Residential Life did a really good job.
Mike Lupica 74
Member of the National Sports Media Association Hall of Fame
My sophomore year, I got a call one day at theHeightsoffice from Ernie Roberts, then the sports editor of theBoston Globe. Hed seen some of myHeightscolumns. I still dont know how. He asked if Id be interested in writing a feature about Pam Lake 74, then the baton twirler with the school band, who was known as the Golden Girl. I wrote the piece. The first line was: She has the best pair of hands on the سԹ campus, but she doesnt play football. The next day, Mr. Roberts ran the piece on the front page of theEvening Globe. My life changed in that moment.
Brennan Carley 13
Associate Editor,GQ
Joining theHeightswas like entering a family, bumps and bruises and all. My time as an editor taught me how to deal with strong personalities long before Id worked with the kind of Hollywood talent who need coddling on sets (they still exist, believe it or not). The lessons never stopped coming, really. The friendships never faded either.
Marina Lopes 11
Correspondent for theWashington Post
When I arrived in Chestnut Hill, I knew I wanted to be a journalist. But as I walked into my firstHeightsmeeting, I had never written a piece of my own. Terrified, I volunteered to cover a visiting reggae poet for the Arts section, a piece I secretly prayed nobody would read. My fears melted the following week when I saw my name in tiny letters above a story that barely took up a corner of the paper. I knew then, I was hooked.
A centennial gala forHeightsalumni will be held at the Newton Marriott on October 18, at 6:00 p.m. Those interested in attending may contactcentennial@bcheights.com.
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