Like many Brown students, I was a ravenous reader as a child. Unlike many Brown students, I was so ravenous a reader as a child that one day, I stumbled into Dewey Decimal class 103—Parapsychology and Occultism—at my school library, and over the course of the next several weeks checked... Read More
Author Archives for Ali MacLeod
This Pledge Week, rush the coolest, friendliest sorority on campus–Rho Iota Beta! Our house is fun, welcoming, and definitely NOT infested with ghosts!
I’m a high-strung person. I like the word high-strung to describe myself, largely because of its visual acuity. I feel it proffers the mental image that I am tangled up in a high wire above the streets of a bustling city, screaming for my life and unable to get down.... Read More
Listen up, world. I’m about to drop some knowledge. Did you know that assholes–as in jerks, not anuses–are bad? Shocking, I know! There’s a negative trend sweeping the nation. Allow me to illustrate, using three actual examples from the past two weeks of my life.
I was sober at Spring Weekend this year. Shocking? Maybe. Apparently, not everyone at this prestigious institution is a perfect golden child like I am. (Shout-out to Mom and Dad, who raised me to be both drug-free AND humble.) Anyways, horn tooting aside, I was sober… but my friends were... Read More
by Ali MacLeod I’m sorry, Mom. You’ve always been a good mother to me and my sisters. You did everything right. You showered us with love, but were never afraid to discipline us if we erred. With your help, you had every right to expect that we would grow into... Read More
by Ali MacLeod Wise sophomore seeks first-year mentee Providence, RI area Listen. At this point, I’ve been on this campus for a while. I know how Brown University works, all right, and you can too if you agree to my companionship. Wouldn’t you like to hear all about… The best... Read More
by Ali MacLeod Not twenty minutes ago, I was in one of the single-occupant restrooms in Andrews. Doing what, you ask? Oh, you know, just powdering my nose. I was thoroughly in my own personal bubble when someone knocked sharply on the door. Not a timid, “my-worst-fear-is-walking-in-on-someone-pooping-so-I-knock-every-time” knock. A hardy... Read More
by Ali MacLeod Loss. We’ve all felt it, to varying degrees, and frankly, it’s never easy to get over. There’s something especially tragic about missing something that’s no longer there. And it’s even sadder that, in most cases, nothing can heal the wound except time, positivity, and the company of... Read More
I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. Yes – within the city limits. I’m no suburban poseur. I’m not scared of urbanity. I’m a public transportation expert. I navigate crowds with ease. I can tell just by looking whether a taco cart will give you a foodgasm or the... Read More