One hundred years.
That is how long The Triangle has been publishing. A hundred years of student journalism. A hundred years of people pretending to read it in between classes. And somehow, in 2026, it still exists.
In an age where news is delivered in 15-second tiktoks, it is almost miraculous that a newspaper run by students who can not agree on where our staff dinner should be has survived a century.
The Triangle has chronicled Drexel’s history with too much coffee and too little sleep. The 1920s when students were concerned about coal shortages and the rise of the bicycle. Riveting stuff. And the 1960s where protests, social change, bell bottoms, and apparently heated debates about whether dormitories should allow jukeboxes. Someone had to report on that. I did not want to look through the archives, but trust these exist.
And now, here we are. The Triangle in the 2020s: still writing, still printing, still occasionally asking questions no one else thinks to ask.
The Triangle has survived wars, depressions, questionable typefaces, and countless printer jams. It has survived because it had to. Because if a newspaper dies on a college campus, does anyone really notice? The Triangle ensures we do.
A hundred years. And somehow, it still feels like a newspaper. In a world where everything else is fleeting, The Triangle remains.
It has been a good century.