by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 How do I teach someone something that is beyond my own comprehension? That question incessantly prodded my mind when I sat down the first day Not at my usual seat at the keys But instead in a chair beside them. How do I explain that while it flows like a language, […]
by Erin Venuti ’20 Dear Erin (2010), I’m reminded of you every day, without fail. I think about how you feel most comfortable wearing leggings and UGGs and a scrunchie—who would have guessed that they’d be back in style again?—and how I’m wearing all three of those things right now. I think about how much […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 There’s a mist that appears at times. What is real becomes hard to find. In my mind it clouds and obscures The things that I’ve thought, seen or heard. The mist’s purpose is to deceive All the things my brain perceives. It adds an element of doubt To things I should […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 Strands of string lights circled around the wooden frame of the bunk bed Warm yellow light illuminates from the mini bulbs White wire twisted together to hold each mini light bulb in place The string lights are a twisted vine keeping the wooden planks in custody Tied around the bed frame […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Let’s have a drink to This moment, hope it never ends. It’s been forever since the last, And it’ll be forever till the next. Let’s have a drink to The memories, the tears, the smiles. It feels like we haven’t missed a step, Despite our increasingly separate lives. Let’s have a […]
Sleep in the library Spray Lysol in their face as they sleep Wear a hazmat suit Gently cover them with a tarp Replace their shampoo with Purell Quarantine them in the tunnels Eat one whole orange Scratch that—eat nothing but oranges Snort Emergen-C Create the super soldier serum (Captain America never got the flu) Change […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, My roommate has commandeered our room to create a support group for Patriots fans due to their recent trauma of not getting into the Super Bowl. I’ve asked him to have his group meet elsewhere, but he told me, “You don’t understand the pain we are going through. We’ve lost our […]
by Clara Howard ’20 His Royal Highness Aidan William Rothschild, Crown Prince of Collarch, was royally pissed. And anyone who could hear or see him walking down the hall knew to remove themselves immediately from his path. His sister, her Royal Highness Princess Brianne Aislinn, winced as she listened to the heavy fall of his […]