Grace Pappadellis ’29

The Flight of Memories

My dad rolled his Honda Passport onto the hot tan concrete around Shanley Hall, right at the front entrance. There was a thick patch of bright green grass that appeared as the perfect repository for my life packed in duffles and cases. The feeling this year was different from the last. Not only did my […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

All The People We Meet

I was once told that throughout your entire life, you’re lucky if you have one solid, supportive, loyal friend. Just one. I agree that not all people are on the same wavelength when it comes to their true purpose in having friends. For example, some friends stick around only during the good times, to have […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

If He Wanted To, He Would

I don’t necessarily endorse the hackneyed phrase: “If he wanted to, he would.” I also don’t see the benefit in gendering such terms, as no person is bound to a certain relationship restrictions. I am a young woman, I want many things, and I do them. If I don’t want something, I won’t give it […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

The Flowers on My Desk

The flowers that sit on my desk,die when I go home. They were once effervescent, lurid, plump. The water is absorbed and the contents grow shriveled.  Their beauty will forever be stored in the softness of my insides. I tear up when I see the bouquets, swiftly carried through the swinging doors,I squint in the sunlight, it is […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

What Having a Brother Taught Me About Character

I am overwhelmingly lucky to have a sibling, an older one at that. My brother has guided me, somewhat inadvertently, through our childhood and up to the present, without me having to prod, question, or cram into the category of “annoying, burdensome little sister.” He has shown me what it means to be a staunchly […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

Does 2026 Just Mean 2016?

I am going to take a trite term and do my best to infuse it with some sort of comfortable nostalgia, but also with the notion that we must stay well-informed, vigilant, and understanding of society at all times. History repeats itself. It is repeating itself.  Sure, the New England Patriots were in the Super […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29

Run, End

I used to walk for a long time, before I knew of swiftness. I was not familiar with the plan I could possess,where these new, lithe strides could lead.  A developed cognizance for the satisfaction,discomfort, strenuity, contemplative hours.I ache for the slow grind, but I move quicker than expected.All the strain, the choice to fly […]

Grace Pappadellis ’29