WORDS: BENJAMIN ROMERO '16
PHOTOS: BENJAMIN HICKS '18
I’m writing this from my kitchen. To the left I see my wall: covered with with a photo of Karl Lagerfeld, a poster of “Twenty Gay Men Talking,” a postcard of a squirrel flossing, among a wall covered top to bottom in other decor. On the table, in front of me, there’s a cocktail shaker and soy milk (unrelated). There’s a dog bowl, various boxes filled with plastic handcuffs, firemen’s pants, and bunny slippers on the ground next to me.
If you told me freshmen year this is where I be four years later, I wouldn’t believe it. Hell, I don’t even believe it now.
This will be the last semester Sophia and I will be behind the scenes at METHOD. Perhaps, for most of you, this is good news. From the twinkle in our eyes sophomore year through now, it’s been quite a ride. We’ve made mistakes, insulted people from the bay area, and yes, we’ve sometimes forgotten to do our homework. And yet, we’ve learned a hell of a lot. We’ve become better writers, editors, and people for it.
For us, it’s senior spring. The mythic time to embrace the last vestiges of ‘young adulthood,’ to stave off the real world and dental plans. It’s a time to be alive and well and constantly a bit hungover. It’s a time to go in.
We’ve taken winter break and a slight hiatus to think about METHOD’s role on campus. METHOD is not the Argus, Wesleying, or the Anhk. It occupies a liminal space between all of these. For better or worse, it has a certain sensibility and a certain aesthetic. For Sophia and I, this has always been baggage we’re not quite sure what to do with. As we enter our last semester, we hope we’ve given METHOD a new history to it, less cocktails and more content.
With that spirit in mind, METHOD promises you more. More content. More videos. More rothing at the mouth. We want to go out with a bang, or at least something that we know we can’t do anywhere else.
And as always, submit to email@example.com. We’re your magazine after all.
yours in service,