Dear Tiff and Earl, Halloween is over now, and I can’t be Scrappy Doo anymore. I am currently having an identity crisis. How do I be myself again? Woefully, Scrappy Don’t Hi Scrappy Don’t, First of all, thank you so much for asking us such a sensitive question. Second of all, you are going […]
by Estarlyn Hiraldo ’21 My identity — Think it’s all been a success Listen to the verses in my head when I address Failure at its best Told me I’m a mess Feel the melanin out of control inside the chess When can I confess? No longer hold this heft Claim that they’re the greatest […]
by Eliana Lopez ’22 She’s hung up on her ex Not ready to let you Into the inner workings of her heart While the traces of his intention still linger in the edge of all her scars Try not to take it personally The way she holds you Then changes her mind She just can’t […]
by Maggie Burke ’19 Your name lights up my screen, and I instantly drown in a memory of when we communicated by a simple hand squeeze, not fingers tapping keys, those talks come with far less ease. Out of the corner of my eye, I could always catch your smile, that one that has been […]
by William Bozian ’19 I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another. Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother. All in all, who I am comes down to my beliefs, Because beliefs often act as our own thieves. My beliefs […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, What do people do here on Halloween? Is trick-or-treating still a thing and if so where? Because caffeine isn’t getting me through midterms and I need some candy asap. Sincerely, Sugar Fiend Dear Sugar Fiend, First off, let’s get this straightened out. I hate to break it to ya, but […]
Kris Dunn & Coach Cooley Huxley & Friar Dom Dot & Fran Dean Sears & His Running Stick PC Squirrel & Trash Can Martha Stewart & Snoop Dogg Pete Davidson & Ariana Grande (Too Soon?) Chicken Nugget & Curly Fry Aquinas & Marx Trump & Kim Jong-un Tom Brady & a Goat Starbucks & Dunkin’ […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 “Enter when Hope is a thing of the past.” Shivering, Ron reads the sign posted on the door. The cold wind seeps through his skin and begins to settle within his body. Trying to work up the courage to go in, Ron takes one last look at his surroundings. The dilapidated […]
TickTok TickTok Tick I feel it running after me Its breath on my neck. —Jessica Polanco ’20 I can’t feel myself. No one hears me talk to them Is this death for me? —Connor Zimmerman ’20 I hear a shuffle And a chill goes down my back All I see are eyes —Sam […]