Y*** Class of 2021. A t-shirt that means the mythic gates have opened to me! But I will never pass through to Elysium.
“To have irony, you need to have incongruity,” Malouf advised her last class. Malouf often articulates irony in describing her own life.
It’s a captivating study—how gregarious women with life under their belts occupy space—and I’m learning, I hope, how to become one of them.
If my form fails, Gillespie never interjects. But I suspect that’s because every time I spill something, he gets to pop it in his mouth.
“Ladies, always heat your syrup.”
They’re done when they’re plump and golden. You’re done when you’ve had at least three.
“Stranger Things 2” is the middle school-aged older brother of season one; it’s all the wholesome geekiness and heartwarming friendship of a stereotypically ’80s childhood, but it’s getting more interested in girls.
I wiped a heavy smear of gold glitter across my left eyelid.
The first chapter in Rostam Batmanglij’s journey as a solo pop artist offers all the instrumental mosaicking, elusive vocals and touching, personal exposee he needed to jumpstart his own musical brand.
The Theater Studies department is hard at work on their production of “Vinegar Tom,” a 1976 play by feminist playwright Caryl Churchill, which will open at Sheafer Lab Theater Thursday, Nov. 9, and run through Sunday, Nov. 19.
