“Shorten your stride.” The phrase rings in my ears. There’s a metallic taste in my mouth. I swear I can feel each indent of the track on my heels as they pound. Thump. Huff. Thump. A rhythm I know all too well. My arms loosen from fatigue. I rein them in the second they fall out of line. Long-distance ...
My ice powers have lain dormant for years. Yet, when news of last week’s blizzard hit Providence, I could feel them stirring. Knowing that these college years will be among my last unburdened by driveway shoveling, I promised myself I’d make the most of the storm. And so, I laid out my heavy-duty ...
I think best in transit.
There’s nothing like caffeine-induced jitters to affirm that you are indeed an Ivy Leaguer. This time last year, I'd never pictured myself strutting down Thayer Street, wielding an atrociously overpriced cold brew from Ceremony on my way to a consulting club meet-and-greet. And yet, a week ago, there ...
Solutions by The State News
