An Ode to 2020

by The Cowl Editor on January 27, 2022


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by AJ Worsley ’22

Conspiracies roll around in my mind as I do in my bed. Another night where I cannot fall asleep. I turn on my fan for noise but I am not warm, so I aim it towards the ceiling. There’s something about my bedroom that has never felt so unfamiliar before. My bed. Returning to my bed after a long day of work and school was my daily dose of euphoria that I needed to take me to the next day. Or what about the days where I would go to concerts, wait in line for hours, jump around and scream my head off for a couple more hours, drive home for about another hour. After all those days, seeing my bed meant returning to a safe space. It meant comfort. It meant that I had survived another day. Now, I never want to see my bed again. 

Sitting on my bed, I open Netflix and while it loads I look out my window. On one side of the street a man zooms by on his bicycle. Here and then gone. On the other side of the street, I see a woman walking her dog. She is well-kept. Leggings, running shoes, looking down at her Fitbit. She goes on walks regularly, probably even when it’s raining. Her hair is in a ponytail and it swings back and forth like a metronome as she walks pridefully by my house, unaware that I am watching her with envy. Netflix is done loading.

But in all this free time, I was able to scroll through various social media platforms, all of which reminded me to go easy on myself. “You’re only unproductive by the standards of the world we lived in two months ago,” I read on Instagram. “Keep your head up, things aren’t easy right now,” Facebook yelled at me. I quickly became a victim, hostage to my own anger because I finally had the free time I desired and wasted it rewatching television shows I had already seen. At the same time, I had become the villain, because I knew what I was doing, and I knew how it made me feel, and I made no changes to my daily schedule. 

But not even a good television show could distract me from the horror. The news became the only piece of media we followed. It screamed at us: “America’s numbers are up. Will school return in the fall? Concert cancellations. Sports cancellations. Bars and clubs and convenience stores shut down. Potential cure? Not for a while! Pandemic is good for the climate crisis! Less emissions!” Better to be overinformed than ignorant, but I’d kill for the bliss. 

Another sunrise had occurred, and I had missed it, waiting minutes before my class to wake up. Roll out of bed. Put my glasses on. Take my retainer out of my mouth. Open up a window so that my classmates did not think I was getting my degree from a morgue. Join the call. Pretend I knew what was going on. Leave. Repeat. Most days feel like this. The slightest sound could get stuck in my head. The dullest image would linger in my mind for far too long. 

Unfortunately for man, we do not get to pick and choose when pandemics rise and kill thousands of people because the weather is getting nice and it’s becoming harder to stay indoors. Sure, on average, ten to twenty people walk by my house during a fifty-minute lecture, but I was not one of them. 

After a long day of Zoom calls, I sit on the porch and watch the sky get darker by the minute. Time goes by, as it does, and soon enough stars fill the sky. I had not seen this many stars in the sky in months. One night prior I remember looking out the window and seeing no stars. But on this night, it was impossible to look at the sky and feel like you were looking at anything less than A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. I mourned the things I had found and rejoiced in the things I had lost.

Class of 2020 Ring Design Unveiled: Juniors Get Excited for Senior Year Festivities

by The Cowl Editor on October 18, 2018


by Micaela Freeman ’20

News Staff

The class of 2020 officially kicked off their road to graduation on Thursday, October 11 in 64 Hall. The official class ring was unveiled and the process to graduation was also elaborated upon. 

The event will eventually culminate to what is the highlight of next fall for the class of 2020, Senior Ring Weekend, which is a weekend full of a formal dance, dinner, and a Sunday mass where the class will receive their rings. 

Rich Custodio 20, a member of the SRW committee and in charge of Thursday’s event, said he is eager to begin the process for both himself as well as his entire class. 

Custodio said it has been a lengthy and busy process, but he is thrilled with how the event turned out and with how the class ring for 2020 looks. 

Custodio said that both the event and next year’s SRW means a lot to him because of the time he has spent with his classmates. 

“It’s like, ‘Wow, we have known each other for almost four years, and this is it,’” Custodio said. 

The importance of this event, and the weekend that will follow next year, helps define the Providence College experience, according to Custodio. 

“It’s a key part of what it means to go to Providence College,” Custodio said. 

The class of 2020 will continue its year by ordering rings, taking the GRE, and ultimately preparing for the SRW and graduation in May of 2020. 

Katie Spitalnic 20, a transfer student, member of the PC pep band, and all-around active student, said she is eager to begin her time at PC. 

In her excitement for her next two years here, she, like many other members of the class of 20 is planning on going to SRW and is looking forward to the experience of getting a ring and the jam packed weekend that comes with.

With less than a year and a half to go, juniors are beginning to close the chapter of college and opening new ones such as grad school and jobs. 

The importance of looking back on the four years spent at PC is both sentimental and rewarding.