Chanting: Ghosts in the Walls or Athletes in My Basement?
With spooky season creeping up fast, the houses of Providence have begun to appear a little more haunted, the eerie glow of the moon lingers...
Hey Guys Wanna Hang Out???
Please respond!
An Intimate Look Inside the Diary of a Cereal Addict*
I’m definitely eating a lot of Lucky Charms lately, but it’s only because sorting the marshmallows from the cereal is a lot more fun than...
When I Entered The Rock, I Turned Into Nicholas Cage Searching for the Declaration of Independence
My crazy adventure living life as Nicolas Cage in search of treasure.
Look, All I’m saying is that the SciLi Basement is the Perfect Place for a Grocery Store
The basement already serves as a site of socialization, food-sharing, and caffeine-induced tears. Why not add a little bit more flavor?
Male Feminist Smoking On The Front Steps Of The Rock Wants You To Know He Started Reading Marx In Sixth Grade, Not Seventh, You Forgetful Little Slut
Can you believe he was a mere twelve years old when he grasped the nuances of the M-C-M, or money-capital-money, theory? Wow! Some say this...
The Only Person Who Can Help Me Through My Thayer-Induced Grief is Michael Scott
Exploring the illogical economics governing Thayer and the six stages of grief as described by Michael Scott.
9 Bad, Minimalist, Instagram-Worthy Poems From Spring Weekend
I promise I'm not trying to make fun of Rupi Kaur. Her poems are fine, and you all need to grow up. This is just...
Having Stories Interrupted is My Seventh Circle of Hell
I’ve tried to just force everyone to listen to the rest of my story. Like, I’ll roll my eyes and pretend I need to clear...
The Types of People You Meet in an 8:30AM Class
A field guide. Pictures not included.