By Luke Luedy In the coming weeks until Easter, it’s easy to generate an idea of what it’s about. An idea bolstered by retail stores and advertisements. The most obvious message is of Jesus Christ’s resurrection after his crucifixion. Or it could be something non-religious, like bunnies or eggs. But there is a tenet of Easter that society as a

By Roman Guadarrama The soul is fatigued An indication of future revealed Where the good times go to die Promises made, responsibilities met Guess what comes next Reward leaves you perplexed The mind persists, the body fails You’re alone with all that ailes Take the pill, customer born, another headstone Get it together now rather than later Scream for mercy

By Roman Guadarrama Can you see The imperfection that is me Ghost smashing in my mind Can you see the ill-timed Resigned heart Dead inside from the heart to the head Filled with dread Miss the signs misread Can you see the warning Drowning the accounting of life The knife cuts away the strife Can you see the laughter? Long

By Roman Guadarrama Does this bother you? Hope it makes you feel Patience is virtue So that leaves you out Warp this dream cake It’s not your place The icing too sweet to taste Damage serenity Not your place Bold beyond your possible fates Indeed you spread like a disease Faster than hooker level fleas Not for you to take

By Max Robinette, Associate Editor At the end of a creative nonfiction class in February, Professor Ed Stankowski pulled a newspaper out of his saddle bag. He opened it, folded it over, and held it up. In the classifieds, a large listing read: HIRING FULL-TIME REPORTER. “My wife gets this paper from work sometimes,” he said. “It’s a small paper

I get back to my room and he runs to me, excited to see me. He missed me and he’s letting me know. Little meows and extensive purrs, letting me know he never wants me to leave again.

By Alysha Pluta, Contributing Writer La Roche student Alysha Pluta explains her experience taking a break from social media to better her mental health. My life has revolved around Snapchat ever since I began actively using it, which was four years ago. I Snap people constantly, view stories, post pictures and videos of my pets, friends, and whatever else intrigues

By Alysha Pluta, Contributing Writer Little black paws running through the cool, green grass. Eyes wide, pupils almost taking over, locked on some mystery object. Ready to attack. Trying to pull me into the bushes or have me jump off a wall to investigate something new. This is what it’s like every time I walk my cat. Walking a cat

Throughout history, the media has played an active role in the destruction of famous young women.