It occurred to me the other day as I made my way to Ray for lunch that the phenomenon that we all know as friendship is exactly that—a phenomenon. As I walked uphill, I passed through a deep sea of students rushing from one class to the other; some chatting away with their friends, others just enjoying the sunny weather. I was met with an array of familiar faces—that girl from my chemistry class, my resident from last year, that friend of a friend of a friend I was never formally introduced to but we still acknowledge each other anyway. And to each of these familiar faces, I offered a similar greeting—my dimply smile, a stiff wave, and a soft “Hey!” that barely carries over the roar of the McVinney wind tunnel.Read More
It is okay to admit that your candidate is no longer right. Most elections are decided by a relatively small number of swing voters or independents. These voters are often ridiculed for having no values. The old mantra goes: “If you stand in the middle of the road, you stand to be run over.” But it is not so much about being a moderate or being devoid of political principles. This is about letting go of your personal stake in the outcome.Read More
I just got dumped. The relationship was fairly new, so I wasn’t too upset. The more upsetting part was that my best friend is also best friends with my ex. My best friend’s birthday is this weekend and we were all supposed to celebrate together. Then, my best friend uninvited me, yet my ex is still invited! What happened to girl code? I’m the victim! I got dumped! What should I do?
Complaining about Civ? I am too! Breaking news: Civ is actually requiring too much of me. For everyone other than the Class of 2015, you might remember that I kicked off my Cowl career with a harsh commentary criticizing those who complain about Civ. Last year, I felt as though students in my class came to Providence College close-minded about the course. My article was honest and relevant to my experience. However, I now find myself just as frustrated with the course as my peers, if not more frustrated.Read More
When I was in high school, I was involved with just about everything. I played sports throughout the year, was active in different clubs, had parts in theater productions, and had a ton of friends. I had a couple of jobs, was a pretty good student, and was a part of my church’s youth group. I don’t know how to put this, but to paraphrase the great Ron Burgundy, I was kind of a big deal.Read More
I feel like I was just blatantly lied to by Abraham Lincoln. I feel like I just watched Jessica Biel pop a pimple on her forehead. I feel like I just watched Superman trip, fall, and skin his knee. I saw Jackie Chan get beaten up, Emeril burn his kid’s pancake breakfast, and Gandhi vulgarly school someone in a hardcore gangster rap battle. But really, Tom Brady just threw four interceptions in one game—as many as he did the entirety of last season. Usually on a Sunday night when I sit down to write for The Cowl, I can put together something a little interesting or fun that I hope you all enjoy. Today, as a Boston sports fan, the Red Sox are doing their best impression of a hot air balloon with a hole in it, and Tom Brady just fell into the water that he normally walks on. New York fans everywhere: Laugh, smile, and pat each other on the back tonight. I pour my sports sorrows into print and spurn the unspectacular performances of those professionals I support. Typical spoiled Boston sports fan. Hopefully as you read this little tirade on Thursday, the shock and horror of the Patriot dethroning has been eased by time. Maybe the Red Sox will win a couple of games in the interim between my writing and your reading. Maybe the Four Horsemen will wait to see if Tom Brady can bounce back before stopping by and paying us a visit. Don’t panic: in case of emergency, your seat can be used as a flotation device. —Matt Santos ’14Read More
I am going to start this one off by saying that I do appreciate what the Office of Career Services is doing. I am also going to make it a point to get into this office and make myself an appointment soon. But I wish they’d stop sending us eight e-mails a day. In regards to the numerous e-mails sent from Eileen Wisnewski of Career Services, senior Catherine Northington exclaimed: “Eileen Wisnewksi…I thought she was SPAM.” I am sure that only seniors can relate to this, so underclassmen, bare with me because you will also suffer the wrath of the job hunt someday. Not only is it annoying to have my inbox constantly flooded, but Career Services, and I mean this in the best possible way, you are scaring the crap out of me! It is September 29. I am just starting to get settled with the idea of being back at school, nevermind stomaching the thought that I am a senior. Help a sister out and limit it to two or three e-mails a week. A mock interview? Do I really need to sign up for that? You are giving me anxiety. I am sweating. After I make my appointment with one of your advisors, I am going to walk on down to Bedford and hit up the Personal Counseling Center. My life is a mock interview. I am all set. Are the people at this past Sunday’s networking event really going to remember me in a year? No doubt, finding a job is pretty high up on my list of things to do. But please, let me come to you. I will have my people call your people. I have a resumRead More