Dear Tiff and Earl, This spring break, I booked a trip to the Bahamas and upon landing, found out I have COVID. What are some COVID-safe quarantine activities I can do while all my friends are on the beaches having fun? Sincerely, FOMSB (Fear of Missing Spring Break) Dear FOMSB (Fear of Missing Spring Break), […]
Aidan Lerner ’22 I forgot to write my Cowl article for this week. Today is Sunday, and I am a little panicked. I pride myself on my ability to be responsible and to come through for the people who rely on me, whether it be in work or school. That is why I am […]
Kathryn Libertini ’23 I hear “So let me tell you guys why I chose Providence College” as I turn the corner in Slavin. My heart is pounding, not from the stairs, no, but from the pressure. Tonight’s game against Creighton decides if we win the Big East Championship. Coach Cooley met with me to discuss […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I’m a non-basketball student-athlete and I feel like we don’t get enough clout. Do I need to become the next Nate Watson on TikTok? Sincerely, A PC Second-Class Citizen Dear Second-Class Citizen, …there are non-basketball student athletes? No cheers for you, Tiff Dear PC Second-Class Citizen, Although I’m sure there are […]
Professor Red Flags I Wish I Noticed Earlier in the Semester: No syllabus week Small word counts for essays (only for English/Creative Writing majors) Long word counts for essays (for every other major) Asks for papers single-spaced Wants printed and digital copies No laptops allowed in class (they’re cutting into my online shopping time…) Printing […]
Kate Ward ’23 John was the only man in his figure drawing class. He had always gotten extra odd looks when there was a female life model coming into the studio to pose for them. Most of the time the models weren’t even nude, so he didn’t know why everyone still assumed he was looking […]
Sarah McLaughlin ’23 You are Plato, turned to heaven’s forms, I am Aristotle, here on Earth. You are Dante, looking up beyond the wall of rock, I am Virgil, eyes upon the ground, my own consultant. But are you really the sturdy tower, unshakeable? What secures your soul in stringent grip? What […]
Grace O’Connor ’22 She waits for hours as her hair is bleached, Piece by piece slowly being painted, In order to not expose her dark roots. She uses a mitt to spread the chocolate-colored mousse on her skin, Spreading it over every inch of her body, Waiting for it to slowly melt into […]
AJ Worsley ’22 “I didn’t even realize it was the same place until this morning. My hands were vibrating, and I had no idea where I was. The side of my face, only mildly sticky from drool, glued me to my pillow. My bed was no longer the only familiar environment.” I am standing in […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 This poem gives voice to Criseyde from Chaucer’s work, Troilus and Criseyde. There is no honor in loving you, Troilus. There is only shame that roots itself in between my bones until my movements grow stiff and my choices none. There is no beneficence in loving you, Troilus. There […]