Dearest readers,
I’m sure you’ve all seen our bubbly editor-in-chief, Hannah Bonanducci, briskly walking around campus, or maybe behind the counter of Zime. One of those people who knows everyone, and if she doesn’t know you, she will make an effort to get to know you. One of those all-around good people who put their all into everything and still take the time to spread a little kindness…right? Wrong.
Readers, please, don’t let the sparkly outfits, high heels and consistent lack of a jacket fool you, we–the Waltonian staff–need help. She is out of control. Underneath the happy-go-lucky person most people seem to know is a hypocritical dictator ruling with an iron fist.
She preaches professionalism and has often gotten mad in meetings for a lack of it, yet she has worn her old, falling-apart unicorn slippers to meetings. How are these falling-apart loungewear paired with a too-sparkly top professional?
She refuses to accept anything but the best on the day it is due and no later. Writers are too scared to ask for extensions, and they are even more scared to give feedback on what could be done better. She doesn’t care. Everything must be done her way.
She shows up late to every meeting– who knows why, we are too scared to ask. And, she fell asleep during a meeting once. After thirty minutes of deliberating on what to do, she woke up and we had to stay thirty minutes late to finish the meeting.
She’s far too busy to work for the Waltonian. She has too many jobs and too many classes and though we are expected to always meet deadlines, she never does. How are we expected to finish the layout when she has yet to turn in her articles? How can we finish the layout when she hasn’t even put the templates in Google Drive?
So please, readers, hear our cries for help. How much longer do we have to suffer to get these issues out for you before someone is willing to help? Don’t let her fool you, Bonanducci is not at all what she seems.
Colin Tomczak 
Eva Whited