Duck: Clare Ramirez
The first time I stepped foot on Syracuse University was move-in day. Being from Los Angeles, it was tough adjusting to a place so far… Read more »
The first time I stepped foot on Syracuse University was move-in day. Being from Los Angeles, it was tough adjusting to a place so far… Read more »
Clare wanted my entire duck to be about her, and for that she’s a bitch. It’s that time of the year, folks. After two wonderful… Read more »
On my first night, I thought Lara, Chloe and Mara were all the same people. With the amount of clippings on the wall, I thought… Read more »
The semester-ly tradition in which outgoing members of The Daily Orange’s in-house staff reveal just how truly fractured their emotional (well-)being is and with whom… Read more »
I first walked into the sports office at the fall open house my freshman year, and more than 50 guys wanted the exact same thing… Read more »
I first started The Daily Orange known as “the other roommate,” but it wasn’t long until I found myself a part of this dysfunctional group.… Read more »
Thank you for... Lindsay: hanging out with me literally 24/7 this semester. You've lead the visuals with strange noises and an impeccable eye for strong… Read more »
To be honest, I’m still not quite sure how I ended up here. Jumping into The Daily Orange last semester was something I never really… Read more »
Family — Thanks for dealing with me coming home at 4 a.m. And for all the support and whatnot. Love you guys. Lizzie — You… Read more »
D.O. Diehard. That's what Casey called me when I first interviewed to come into the house with the red door, and I've never looked back… Read more »
It was rare that I had the pleasure of walking the halls of 744 Ostrom, but whenever I did, I was always reminded of why… Read more »
On a whim, without ever writing a story for The Daily Orange, I figured I would apply to be an assistant copy editor. After stumbling… Read more »
Everything I’ve done at college worth noting, I did here. I laughed and I cried. I made my best friends. I dated a guy in… Read more »
When I took the photo editor position, I tossed the phone onto my bed because my hands were shaking. I had no idea what I… Read more »
Mom, Dad, Maama, Boompa and Shashi: Thanks for always supporting me, and understanding when I only call once a month or can’t come home for… Read more »
I walked into 744 Ostrom Avenue on January 25, 2013, determined to become a staff writer. Four hundred-fifty-seven days later, on April 29, 2014, I… Read more »
I really had no idea how to start this off. I can only describe the friendships I’ve made, sleepless nights I’ve endured and my hopeless… Read more »
The Daily Orange has been compared to a cult, a mafia, a fraternity, an island of misfit toys and an abusive relationship. For the past… Read more »
Ankur: My No. 1. No matter how dreary or cold the night, your shorts and awful graphic T’s always brightened my day. Although spending $13.67… Read more »
Mom and Dad: Thanks for reading my stories, being such stupendous parents and taking care of Monty. Really excited to see you guys all the… Read more »
I’ve been known for knowing people’s secrets, but I have a final one of my own: I’ve always come to house for any D.O. function… Read more »
If I was iffy about working at The Daily Orange before, all doubts vanished when I learned an editor's written farewell to the paper is… Read more »
If you know me at all, you know that I love a lot of things. I consider my own and past staffs to be some… Read more »
The Daily Orange is a sweatshop. Seriously. Just think about it. Dim lights. Long hours at lower-than-minimum-wage pay. Mice? Check. But perhaps worst of all:… Read more »