My Shared Shame: The Media Helped Make Trump –

“Trump is not just an instant ratings/circulation/clicks gold mine; he’s the motherlode,” Ann Curry, the former “Today” anchor, he told [Kristof]. “He stepped on to the presidential campaign stage precisely at a moment when the media is struggling against deep insecurities about its financial future. The truth is, the media has needed Trump like a crack addict needs a hit.”

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Public Enemy Numero Uno: Holden Caulfield

It’s mid-October, the weather is chilly and miserable, and the atmosphere is gloomy– the perfect setting for his rise from literary hell. I walk into my favorite class and my teacher, his unwitting accomplice, stands there, mocking me. She is giving her first lesson on The Catcher in the Rye. Reality transmogrifies as warped images of red hunting caps and ducks fly around in my head. I don’t break and fall on the floor, or scream about the injustice of having to read about the insufferable Holden Caulfield. A loud sigh and rolling of my eyes suffices. His tyrannical reign of phoniness has begun.  

It was ninth grade when I first encountered him: adamant, illogical, misguided. At first I couldn’t find enough differences between us to separate myself from him. He had grown over six inches that year; I had grown maybe five inches in the past three years. He was a privileged, good-looking white kid.  I was a scrawny, poor, gerbil-looking Hispanic teen. He represented teen rebellion and angst, while I had never gotten detention or been in a relationship.  

My spite for Holden never ceased, not for a moment, until I entered my senior year and reread the book for ironic leisure. That was when I realized why I had hated him: he reminded me of who I used to be. Although I didn’t want to admit it then, I wasn’t reading; I was looking in a mirror.

As Holden wandered, aimless, through New York, I had wandered into a newsroom. I figured taking journalism as a freshman would give me a clear idea of what I wanted to be in the future. But while I learned countless skills that year, my feelings for journalism were still formless, detached; it was a job. Holden got a sense of the real world, but neither of us got the clarity we were anticipating.

Towards the end of my sophomore year, I matured as a journalist. Like many others, I had a craving and a mission to change the world through my own writing. My personal, altruistic ambitions were on the same playing field as Holden’s. Protecting the souls of the innocent is a Sisyphean task, much like my old vision on enlightening the world. And yet, by the end of junior year, I had walked away from my boulder at the bottom of the cliff.

Holden is a fictional character who continues to make the same mistakes over and over again; his flawed image of a stagnant, eternal purity disregards something essential and absolute: change. But unlike Holden, I am an individual who has evolved, learned, and matured over the course of my high school experience. As a journalist, I discovered that in order to enlighten the world, I must concentrate not on the amount of readers I gain, but on the dynamic effect of my writing. When I think of Holden now, I still see his flaws, his hypocrisy and his naïveté, but I also empathize for him as a person. He reminds me of how intimidating it was when I came of age, but also how much I have changed since then. My disdain for Holden helped me see how lost I had felt. I found myself; Holden never did.

UChicago Early Decision Week- Day One


Hello again followers, I apologize for the elongated time period between this post and my last, my only excuse is I was busy. But that’s a given: it’s December. Like many high school seniors will tell you, December is a month filled with stress and anxiety as well as puts us in a hyper-dormant state where we escape our physical bodies and enter the ethereal plane of college applications, senior-itis, and most importantly late Netflix-filled nights where we gorge down unhealthy foods as tears stream down our helpless faces. I’ve meticulously included the stock photo above to give you a visual. Continue reading “UChicago Early Decision Week- Day One”

Saturday Night Live: The Democratic Party Debate in Des Moines

Tonight, the three Democratic candidates for president will face off in a debate that has now been adjusted to reflect the deadly terrorist attacks in Paris. This is obviously former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s bailiwick.  CBS experienced some push back from the Sanders campaign for this move.  The debate will be held at my sister’s alma mater Drake University and should prove interesting.

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The 43rd Annual FSPA Journalism Day: The Harbinger Wins Awards & Learns A Whole Lot More

The Harbinger

By Maria Vasquez

This past Saturday, October 17th, the Florida Scholastic Press Association held their 43rd Annual South Florida Journalism Day at Florida International University. Every year they have a different theme and this year’s theme was Star Wars. “The Media Awakens” included several seminars with titles that were a play on words to the movie.

IMG_20151020_215920 Daylin Delgado (left) and Carolina Espinal (right) ask Mr. DeFede questions about his journey as a journalist.

“Help Me iPhone, You’re My Only Hope” was one of the creative classes featured. Yearbook representatives spoke about how to advance a publication with a smart phone. Other classes taught student journalists about how to become a marketing “yoda” to sell yearbooks or how to “bring the galaxy home” and write stories about the local community.

Several Harbinger reporters attended Journalism Day. Our staff writers, Carolina Espinal and Daylin Delgado, wrote about the Keynote Speaker, Jim DeFede and a struggle he…

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