Head down, slipping through the doors of room 413B for the meet-the-staff pizza party, I’d never felt less prepared in my life. The editors accidentally made me a staff artist, not a writer. I only saw five familiar faces. Before I could catch a breath, along came the icebreaker question: “If you went to jail for a crime, what would it be?”  Introverted, freshman-me clung to each answer from the circle of 60 staffers and intimidating upperclassmen, racking my brain for what to say.  I was not prepared for this.  I mumbled my crime — something about being framed for committing tax evasion with a nervous laugh — and hurried out. At least I had winter break to mentally prepare for this new role, right? How naive of me.   Little did I know the school newspaper would soon suck away every ounce of my free time, winding me up in a fair share of “how-did-I-get-here?” situations. Read the rest of Lyda Cosgrove’s senior column about her highlight reel of the most unexpected Harbinger moments ...