The Beaver is my home. It is the university family everybody wants. It is the friend everybody deserves. I don’t know better people.
Memes aside, the last three years at university have been difficult and emotional. But recently, as I’ve been questioning my choices, The Beaver reminds me that it was all worth it.
Being a member of the editorial board has given me so many opportunities. From my first published work (a review of Big Little Lies), I have now written over sixty articles including entertainment news, satire, and film, television and music reviews (basically just me stanning Ariana Grande). I’ve even attended the London and Berlin film festivals. After twenty film reviews, I have the self-confidence to say that this is something I am good at.
But the work comes second to the people. My fellow editors have become my siblings. They inspire me in so many ways. In their company I have learnt to be more open, to take care of people better, to take risks and to stand up for myself.
However shit my day may have been, it just takes climbing two flights of stairs in the SU building to be in the company of some of the loveliest people I know. That little beep the door makes when someone enters the room has become synonymous with the arrival of a friendly face. And such warm feelings extend to my friends in LooSE TV, RAG, Clare Market Review and PuLSE.
In three months I will have my Economics degree from the LSE. But fuck MA100 and EC210. Nothing has prepared me more for the future than working for the newspaper. I have developed a lot of new skills and have friends and memories that I will never forget.
If anyone is still reading this, and is in need of a home away from home, join The Beaver. It’s a family. Everyone needs a creative outlet, and with such opportunities insufficiently prioritised at LSE, the newspaper is a great place to start.
