from the nonexistent editorial desk

As my last semester comes to a close, I revel at the moments spent with Main Street Magazine, as well as those with the newspaper staff at The New Hampshire.

When I was the design editor at TNH, in the spring and the fall of 2016, I didn’t really do much, and they definitely weren’t the biggest fans of mine. The typical haze of this constant, “is this really what you want to be doing…?” got the best of me.

One of my roommates at the time, a Mr. Andrew Hartnett, shared a similar concern about the direction of his time while we learned how to make breakfast sandwiches with waffles and mastered the arts of GameCube and beer pong.

In honest reflection, he and I stumbled into our positions here at the magazine. We just thought we could figure it out. Just like a breakfast sandwich on a waffle, the trick was extra butter.

The day before our first meeting we scribbled in old, busy reporters notebooks with keywords like, “New design! Creative writing! Better stuff!”

We wanted the magazine to be different.

"“We would let people tell their own story, which we wanted, but it ended up turning into kind of a diary entry type of reporting,” admitted [former MSM Editor-in-Chief] Morgan Cutulo, referring to a number of stories that lacked in sources and narrative. Instead, students took the chance to write about themselves in a printed publication."

Said Andrew Hartnett, in an article about the history of Main Street Magazine.

The Main Street Magazine wasn’t supposed to be a thing anymore. There was all this talk about defunding the project all together. Former MSM editor in chief Morgan Cutolo and TNH Executive Editor, Allison Bellucci teamed up to save the magazine from its grave with a merger that made MSM a subsidiary of TNH. Then they gave the project to Andrew Hartnett and myself.

In all practical sense, it really just came together. [Not to say that we didn’t work hard, but to retain the illusion of organization.] I think everyone involved is pretty proud of the silly, bold, crafty magazine we’ve put together. I’d like to thank TNH, as well as apologize for usually making a mess, while considering that in some karmic sense of SAFC paperwork and budget cuts, TNH found me the right spot after all.

So we redesigned the website and found a team of kids with good sense, but better jokes. Production weekend was a burden and a blessing.

Journalism Professor Dave Cateneaou told us that to be an editor, you’ve got to buy into it, you’ve got to care. In class we read plenty of examples of those who did not. MSM was incredibly lucky to have a team of people who did.

We wasted a lot of paper, and for that, I am truly sorry. I think of them of casualties for a good cause: students needed a space for photography, investigative reporting, feature writing and poetry. TNH just wasn’t big enough.

Luckily, they were kind enough to share their room in basement of the Memorial Union Building while they created a newspaper and we rebuilt a magazine. During this time I commuted between the college town and nested in Newmarket; I called New Hampshire home. It was and is a wacky town with an eclectic group of friends that I will remember for a very long time.

As I graduate, resign from the publication and head on towards parts unknown, I cherish the moments spent with the journalism department and community within the University of New Hampshire. Reporting is all about asking the right questions, and it’s taught me that “Is this really what you want to be doing…?” is a very good question to ask.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

To keep up with the bad stories of Stef,

at least until someone else agrees to publish her nonsense,

you can find her here.


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best of luck to Madison Forsberg, who will make a fantastic managing editor.


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