by Connor Zimmerman ’20 “What if you could take away your deepest regret?” I stand there looking at the billboard with the sun shining on a laughing couple at a picnic. I stop and look at this billboard every day. It’s basically become ingrained in my mind. Her perfect smile and his little laugh, […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I have a real problem here. I am really interested in having a relationship, but I can never tell when members of the opposite sex are flirting with me. Are there any signs or signals you know of that I can look out for in the future? Sincerely, Call Me, Maybe? […]
by Jessia Polanco ’20 When the sun guides your life And the heat of our mother slaps your face Everything is laid at your feet And your smile spreads from cheek to cheek Who are you? When the wind sneaks into your pocket The leaves fall again They are crunchier than ever Leaving […]
by Marisa Gonzalez ’18 Maisy Brockwell sits at her computer, staring blankly at the screen. No words come to mind. No feelings or thoughts. Her mind is simply empty. How is she supposed to write a 20-page short story if she had nothing? To make matters worse, she is sitting in the common room of […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 If the world were white, you would have no jokes. You would just talk about the weather, who won last night The guy or the girl, the couple in a fight That is, if the world were white. If the world were white, you would have no jokes You […]
by Marisa DelFarno ’18 We have all had an unfortunate encounter with one of those disgruntled retail employees. You know, the one that does the transaction swiftly and wordlessly with zero eye contact. The one that rolls their eyes the second you mention that you have a coupon. The one that makes the unintelligible […]
by Madison Stevens ’19 There is blood everywhere. That’s all I am aware of at this point—wet, metallic-smelling blood. On the operating room floor, on gauze packs, on me. I survived my twelfth day at Saint Mary’s Hospital in Austin. A Christmas miracle, to say the least. I had done my first year residency in […]
Dear Santa, How is Rudolph doing? I hope good. Is it cold? It’s cold here, but I have a blanket and sweater. My Grammy made it for me. Does Rudolph have a Grammy? Who makes him sweaters? And cookies? And gives him hugs and kisses? The good kisses. Not the sloppy kind my doggie gives me. […]