The world doesn’t know what the word “harbinger” really means. “What’s a harbinger? A messenger of doom?” my lawyer father joked, in his typical English-major fashion, last year when I became an assistant editor of The Harbinger. Sure, that may be what the dictionary says — but Merriam-Webster is wrong: Harbinger is stomping through a Journalism 1 class on Halloween deadline day with my arms crossed, rocking a scrawling Crayola marker mustache, plaid button-down and Tate-style slip-on shoes to spook the freshmen. Harbinger is running through the library to get outside just in time for a staff sunset picture. Then doing cartwheels in the parking lot before getting back to PDFing. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybykatiemurphy #photobyrileyscott #pagedesignbygreysonimm #socialmediabysydneyeck