The PC Men’s Basketball Team Seeing professors in the gym To snow day or not to snow day? The Starbucks line five minutes before class Taking someone else’s laundry out of the machine 11:55 p.m. instead of 11:59 p.m. deadlines The Dunkin’ line on the weekends Walking from Smith to Ruane in between classes Getting […]
Dear Tiff and Earl With spring break fast approaching, I just learned all my friends are going on a Euro trip next week. The trip is sold out, and I don’t want to be at home all break. What should I do? Yours truly, Fyre Festival Dearest Fyre Festival, There is only one way […]
by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 An Interpretation of “Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) by Felix Gonzalez-Torres Clock on the Far Wall It hangs nearly lifeless above the seldom-visited bookshelf. Its crimson hand slaps each second, skipping its obligatory pause at each black line. It races instead, tracing the lines of its body with each round. “I’m ok. […]
by Sam Ward ’21 When the rain soaks the body and pain eclipses, I’ll take this body to the ground if my soul permits, leave it in a shallow grave like ice cold tips. He who felt the weight of blossoming burdens can take summertime love to cough on the sermon or the feel alive […]
by Sarah Kirchner ’21 It seemed as if it was another day Of rolling out of bed with a bad start, I know why it’s been this way. Ever since I lost my work of art. It was you who made me want to live, And made me feel like a sun inside. I pushed […]
by Kiley McMahon ’20 The smell of alcohol lingers on his breath, and the cup that he has just poured is caffeinated. The two will wire him up to the greatest extent, not that he needs to be any more excited. My eye quivers, it is still black and blue, and the back of his […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 Mashed potatoes taste better with some lumps. Granola tastes better with a few clumps. French fries taste better when they are crinkled. Raisins taste better when they are wrinkled. Potato chips taste better when they have grooves. Sometimes chunky can taste better than smooth. Milkshakes taste better when they are quite […]
by Erin Lucey ’20 “I will not let you down again,” I say as I hang up the phone. But how can I know that I am the one, Viciously destroying each and every ounce of progress, When all I am trying to do is heal? I hope that one day you will realize, That […]