Time Travel Edition: Letters from the Editors

The world is a rapidly changing place, and one way or another we move along with it. What is something of the past that has made you who you are and how do you hold onto and celebrate those aged parts of you as time passes?

Nico Alonso '26, Executive Editor

As time passes, I continue holding onto small parts of myself. When I look at my face, I see both my current self, my teen self, and my baby face. I see my eighth-grade self managing the school morning announcements and broadcasting every time I write for The Reporter. Every time I struggle with a class, I see high school me staying up all night and working. These pieces of my life, along with hundreds of others, all accumulate into what I am doing in the present, and remaining conscious of that is what keeps me grounded in my past and set on my future.

De'Vanese John-Baptiste '26, Managing Editor

Home, the beautiful island of St. Thomas, made me who I am. From roti and sorrel to stilts and bouyon music, I am beautifully Virgin Islands raised. Although, I rarely see home nowadays and home in the Virgin Islands is no longer St. Thomas, I celebrate those parts of me by sharing them with others. Whether it’s making traditional foods and drinks for my friends or writing about the culture whenever I get the chance.

Maria Latour '26, Creative Director

Hundreds of composition books filled with shaky doodles. Number two pencils grounded down to stubs. I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn’t making some kind of art, even back when I thought tracing pictures off of my dad’s computer was the height of artistic ability. Sure, I wasn't always making ‘good’ art, but I was making something. It's scary to be an artist today, and it’ll only get scarier, but I'll never forget what it's like to be twelve and drawing like my life depends on it. Almost ten years later and I'm still drawing like my life depends on it, and, for better or worse, I think I always will be.

Indya McKoy '26, Photo Editor

I still hold onto my childhood stuffed bear, Bobo. As silly as it sounds, Bobo has been there for me through all of life’s turmoil. He has seen me at my best and at my worst and has seen me attempt to complete my to-do lists and frantically edit photos. When no one was there, Bobo was there. This is for you, Bobo.