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Happy May! Spring is one of the best times of the year. The sun is shining and the trees are blooming. However, many graduating seniors might have something else on their minds – what’s next? Transitioning during the end of the academic year can leave many students feeling unclear about their futures. Truth be told, many of us are unclear about a lot of things at any time of the year. Or maybe it’s the opposite and you have recently felt excited to finally have a clear mindset! The theme of our third and final issue of the semester is clarity. For me, it feels more like the lack thereof. Whenever I feel a lack of clarity, I scramble to resolve it in some way. Not knowing what something means or what the future holds can be scary for me. How are you able to do anything if things aren’t clear? I don’t feel a lack of clarity in every aspect of my life, but definitely in some. This feeling is probably familiar to a lot of us. More recently I have been dealing with the lack of clarity in regards to the future of The Teller. My mind has been running in circles for weeks on end now trying to prepare for next semester. What is the future for this magazine? The true answer is that no one can know right now. My executive board and I have been trying to plan several different ways for us to grow, yet we hit roadblocks here and there. Their comfort tells me that no matter what, somehow The Teller will indeed keep growing and become something I never imagined (which it even already has). I know one thing is for sure – next semester we will be coming back stronger than ever. I am excited to have the entire summer ahead of me to plan, build and set us up for another year. Next year there will be six more issues of The Teller, each issue evolving one by one. While there is some lack of clarity, I know that the passion for this magazine that I and several others have will allow for us to leave a mark here at SUNY New Paltz. There is a lot we’re envisioning. We have our new executive board elected with new minds ready to brainstorm, a website being built, meetings planned and so much more. I want to take the time to say thank you to everyone who has helped thus far. I am especially thankful for our 2018-2019 executive board and the time and work they have put toward the magazine. We have come a long way over the past year and we aren’t stopping now. We will be updating our Facebook and Instagram throughout the summer so please stay connected! Although our journey might be unclear at times, we have a drive to continue building The Teller, and that will always remain clear. Please enjoy the following pages of our May issue. I am extremely proud of our final issue of the semester. Happy Reading! See you all next year, Cloey Callahan Founder / Editor in Chief


Name: Madeline Tyrrell Year: Sophomore Major: Digital Media Production Contribution: Fashion Email: What clears my head: Spending time with my friends and loved ones.

Name: Shyana Fisher Year: Sophomore Major: Journalism Contribution: Home & Literary and Art Email: What clears my head: Going for a back road drive and listening to music.

Name: Alyssa Detwiler Year: Sophomore Major: Mathematics Contribution: Adventure & Literary and Art Email: What clears my head: Headbanging to My Chemical Romance like it’s still 2013 clears my head.

Contributors Fashion: Jess Barr, Starr Ramos, Madeline Tyrrell Laura Bojamaa, Food: Leija Rothenberg, Gabriella Rivera, Tina Staniscia,

Name: Arthur Genre Year: Senior/Exchange Student Major: English Contribution: Adventure Email: What clears my head: Buying a plane ticket and exploring our planet will make all of my problems disappear.

Adventure: Alyssa Detwiler, Natalie Aguilar, Shyana Fisher, Juliana Sebben, Dani Walpole, Arthur Genre, Health & Wellness: Kirstin Phillips, Meg Tohill, Ericka Francois, Abby Foster, Lara Morales, Taylor Dinardo, Home: Morgan Hughes, Shyana Fisher, Judy Capiral,

Name: Michelle Nedboy Year: Freshman Major: Undeclared Contribution: Literary & Art Email: What clears my head: Having little things to do with my roommate! We swing on those big swings behind van den Berg Hall, walk around and take pictures, roller-skate (she holds my hand on the bumpy parts), make midnight trips to the SUB, duke it out in Guitar Hero, stargaze, talk about our professors, make little animals out of clay, etc. Making time to do the things that make you happy, no matter how “small” they may seem, serves as an important reminder of life’s gifts we’ve been given—every day is an opportunity to experience what you want to experience.

Name: Laura Bojamaa Year: Senior/Exchange Student Major: English Contribution: Fashion Email: What clears my head: A day filled with shopping bags, yoga, and a lot of sushi!

Poetry: Jade Mogavero Shyana Fisher Annemarie Durkin Alessia Bove Mathilda Bofinger Jeffrey Seitz Diana Testa Susanna Granieri Taylor Dinardo Art: Michelle Nedboy Alyssa Detwiler Photography: Kaitlyn Franson Alanna Floreck Michelle Nedboy Short Stories: Mathilda Bofinger Michelle Nedboy Alyssa Detwiler Susanna Granieri Reviews: Kaitlyn Franson, Playlists: Leija Rothenberg Morgan Hughes Annemarie Durkin Alanna Floreck Michelle Nedboy Cover Art and Photography: Alanna Floreck, Design and Layout: Julia Catalanello, Olivia Heins, Christian Torgersen,




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P. 008 Job Interview Attire For Women

P. 018 Heaven in Poughkeepsie

P. 026 Gems in Lower Manhattan

P. 010 Spring Color Trends

P. 020 Farm to Dorm Recipes

P. 032 Frida Kahlo at the Brooklyn Museum

P. 012 College Campus Spring Looks

P. 023 Not Your Average Whole

P. 034 How My Gap Year Changed My Life








P. 038 DIY Mother’s Day Cards

P. 050 I Want to Marry a Girl

P. 042 Creating a Focus Space

P. 052 Finding Clarity After a Breakup

Reviews Poetry

P. 044 Joanna Gaines: A Home De-

P. 053 Retrain Your Brain

Playlists Short Stories Horoscopes








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dress o t w o l l o ould f h s n e m erview t n wo i b o j for a o r p a e k li

Preparing for a job interview is a long and intense process, and for women, deciding what to wear is more involved than for men. However, its importance should not be underestimated. According to Samantha Lopes, Senior Career Specialist at SUNY New Paltz’s Career Center, “employers will make a first impression of you even before you open your mouth, and a lot of that has to do with your appearance.” For Julia Tibrahim, a college student living in Phoenix, AZ, having her first job interview was the most stressful time of her life. She spent two weeks preparing for it before realizing on the last day that she didn’t know what to wear. “When I looked at my wardrobe in the morning, I totally panicked,” she confessed. To avoid additional anxiety to your preparation, here are six tips to make sure that you will be perfectly dressed for the D-day.

Know that colors have meanings

Use the “neck to knees” rule You will need to avoid several pieces of clothing that you may think are perfect for you. The most important thing is not to distract your interviewer so forget every item that shows too much skin. Lopes has an important rule she tells her students when they come to her office: “neck to knees.” Anything that is too revealing must stay in your wardrobe. The same rule applies for see-through items.

Forget the perfume It may seem obvious to wear a nice fragrance when you want to make a good impression, but a lot of people have allergies. According to a study by the National Institute of Health, 30.5 percent of Americans say perfumes and colognes are irritating. Lopes says that if you come in with a strong perfume, the interviewer may be sneezing the entire time. So it’s better to skip it, because you don't want your perfume to be a distraction.


The type of clothing you wear to an interview is important and so is the color. For example, “red is very strong, it connotes passion, that could be a turnoff to an interviewer,” according to Robin Blue-Brown, program director for the organization Dress for Success, which provides professional attire to women entering the working environment, in Poughkeepsie and nationally. The recruiter has to be focused on what you're saying, and not what you're wearing, so forget crazy patterns. Opt for a black, grey or brown suit and the way you will accessorize it can bring out your personality. Add some discreet touches of your favorite colors and some jewelry, which will be a way to stand out.

Wear What You Trust Your clothes need to reflect your personality. As Lopes says “You need to be comfortable in what you wear. If you wear a skirt and you're not comfortable, the whole time you will be worried.” According to Blue-Brown, at Dress for Success, her customers “do everything from dance to cry, to smile and often times they are really shocked and surprised with how great they look. We see a change in their posture, their heads are up.” That partially comes from your exterior, and embodying what you wear gives you confidence.

Know yourself Be careful about your nervous tics and the things you know you do often when you are under pressure. “If your tendency is to play with your hair and move your head, then put your hair up,” declared Lopes. This works for all other bad habits you may have: if you know that you will touch your necklace all the time, don’t wear one. Analyze yourself and think about the many simple things you do when you are nervous, and do your best to avoid it.

Research the company and the interviewer One important element is to find information about the person who may hire you, and by doing this, you’ll feel more confident. It can also influence your attire! Identify with the philosophy of the company. For Lopes, your outfit can be completely different according to the environment you want to work for: “If you want to be hired in the fashion industry or in a creative company, there's more freedom. But if you are going for an interview on Wall Street in New York City, then you need to wear a traditional black suit, it’s just the way to go.”


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Spring Color Trends By: Starr Ramos As the weather gets warmer, the color trends are only getting brighter. Springtime is the perfect season to experiment with some fun new tones. This years trend ranges from the essential, neutral tones to gleaming neon ones. Now, here is a list of some colors that scream “Hello Spring!”

It’s Time For Brands to Get Inclusive By: Madeline Tyrrell

Beige While beige may seem like a plain and boring color, spring is all about nature, and what better way to soak in this beautiful weather than to strut in an earthtoned color? Beige should be your goto-color when you are aiming for a chic and sophisticated look.

Yellow Nothing says sunshine like yellow. Whether you prefer a more pale and citrus yellow or golden and mustard yellow, this color deserves a spot in your wardrobe to welcome the warmer weather.

Orange Make your presence known when you walk in the room with your bright orange clothing. Even if it seems like orange pants, shirts, or dresses seems like a risky fashion choice, you’ll stop and think “Orange I glad I listened to The Teller,” when you walk out and receive compliments.

Neon Green It seems the trend of looking like a highlighter has taken over the fashion world this spring. This trend has grown overnight and seems like it is here to stay, so make sure to join in and be the cutest highlighter you can be.


he fashion world is finally expanding to cater to all types of bodies. Most major clothing brands either have or are planning to include more size inclusive items. The success of new brands like Rihanna’s lingerie Savage x Fenty line, which has an inclusive size range and diverse models, have shown that there is not only a need, but a market for more inclusivity. With all these advancements, not all brands are advancing to make fashion for everyone, and some brands simply don’t want to. Consumers have been questioning why popular lingerie brand Victoria’s Secret hasn’t followed in expanding their brand’s sizes. L Brands is the American retail company whose flagships brands include Victoria’s Secret and Bath and Body Works. L Brands’ chief marketing officer, Ed Razek, responded to these questions in an interview with Vogue. The 70-year-old man had some strong opinions on how they chose the models to walk in their shows. In regard to questions about why the show hasn’t used plus models he responded by saying “We invented the plussize model show in what was our sister division, Lane Bryant,” this cop-out answer neglects the question and makes a failed attempt at trying to imply that L Brands as a whole is inclusive. He also anecdotes that Victoria’s secret chooses to, “market to who we sell to, and we don’t market to the whole world.” This isn’t the first time a brand representative has been openly exclusionary of who gets to wear their brand. Comments made by Abercrombie CEO Mike Jeffries in 2006 recirculated in 2014, the most noteworthy being that Abercrombie sees that, “in every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the not-so-cool kids, candidly, we go after the cool kids.” These comments ultimately lead to the CEO stepping down from his position and a tarnishing of the once-thriving Abercrombie brand. When asked if the show should include transgender models, Razek responded “No. No, I don’t think we should. Well, why not? Because the show is a fantasy. It’s a 42-minute entertainment special.” This led to a major backlash from the LGBTQIA+ community and a continued decline in the brand’s already decreasing sales. In an era where consumers are becoming more aware of the products they are spending money on, it has been made clear that Victoria’s Secret’s idea of sexy needs to include everyone if they want to survive as a brand.


Patterns in Bloom

Colors and the Effect They Have on Your Mood By: Starr Ramos

By: Madeline Tyrrell

As the temperature starts to rise and the sunlight returns to warm up New York, spring has finally made its long awaited return. On campus and in town, heavy winter jackets are being shed and a beautiful array of spring outfits are being pulled out the back of the closet. Incorporating patterns are a great way to spruce up and revive your wardrobe. There’s a large variety to choose from; you can even embellish your own clothes with custom handmade patterns. It’s no secret that florals make their yearly comeback for the spring season, but they aren’t the only pattern getting displayed this spring. All around the New Paltz community, patterns as unique as the person wearing them can be found on every street.

Megan uses a chunky belt to accessorize her patterned shirt, which was a gift from her sister. The contrasting warm and cool tones weave together beautifully in the intricate pattern. Her earrings helped compliment and excuntiate the blue details of the shirt.

Ray, visiting on accepted students day rocks a pair of leopard pants he purchased at Urban Outfitters right before his visit to New Paltz. Animal prints have become increasingly popular this season.

The next time you want to get out of your funk and brighten your mood, think twice about the color you wear that day. The colors you wear have an impact on how you feel, as there is a science behind it known as “color science.” Color science is a field that focuses on the human perception of color. While it is not a large field, there is still evidence on the role clothes play in changing our everyday moods.“Research shows that colors can have a psychological effect. When we look at certain colors, it triggers neurological responses in the brain, and causes the hypothalamus gland to release hormones,” said Jules Standish, color consultant and author of “How Not to Wear Black.” For that reason, there are certain colors that are proven to make you happy, stress-free, confident and appear more powerful.

Avoid When Feeling Sad


While I acknowledge that sometimes black is just a mood, it is not the best color to wear when feeling down. Ironically enough, it is the color to wear during funerals, which seems to be one of the saddest times but clearly whoever orchestrated that did not know about color science. Research shows that colors can boost your mood, so try your best to steer away from shades of gray and black and darker colors altogether when sadness strikes.

In the words of Demi Lovato, what’s wrong with being confident? Some of us just need a little more confidence in our lives, and that can be gained from something as simple as our clothes. Red is associated with high energy and power, shows courage and strength and is known to instill confidence. Red demands attention and is just what you need when exerting your confidence.

Feeling Happy

“Darkening any colors always adds empowerment,” said Leatrice Eisemen, the Pantone Color Institute’s Executive Director, who helped choose the color of the year. When you want to assert your power, your go-to should be dark colors such as navy, charcoal, brown and maybe even some dark green and purple.

When I think of happiness, I think of sunshine. Sunshine of course is best associated with yellow and warmer colors of that nature. If you want to feel happier, I would suggest yellow since it is the color of optimism, brightness and mental clarity. It helps ease sadness and encourages laughter. Orange is also a warm and inviting color that provides feelings of sociability and happiness.

Appearing Powerful

Fighting Stress Button-up printed shirts showcase patterns from funky geometric designs, stripes and delicate florals. Student James pairs this bright colorful button up with white pants. The color of the pants help to bring out the white in the shirt.

The best colors to wear when dealing with stress are blue, green or any color in between on the blue-green color spectrum. Blue promotes rest and calm, while green brings about feeling of renewal, balance and peace.



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One of my favorite sources of inspiration is that of drawing from those around me. Our environments, typically comfortable to us, can inspire creativity and risk taking, especially in the break of weather. Walking around campus during these warmer, sunny days gives us all a chance to appreciate different styles, ways of dress, and even self-care acts as student floods the quad to bask in the sun with tapestries and friends! Some warmer day inspiration brought myself and others joy to capture for this month’s issue.









A Little Slice of Heaven in

Poughkeepsie By: Tina Staniscia

It was 4 p.m. My husband Phil and I put on our Sunday best and headed to church. When we arrived, the parking on the hill was a bit limited, but we secured a spot. We had been looking forward to this all week. But here was the thing— our good clothes were for a date night. We don’t follow an organized religion, unless there’s one for foodies we hadn’t heard of yet. The destination was La Cabanita: a Mexican restaurant that’s now doing business in a renovated church. The new version of La Cabanita can be found at 763 Main St. in the Arlington area of Poughkeepsie, nearby Vassar College. La Cabanita specializes in the cuisine of Oaxaca, part of Mexico’s coastal region. Known for its mole sauces, corn based offerings and seafood dishes, their menu is far superior to anything from Taco Bell. The original restaurant, which opened in 2003, was a few doors down, and much, much smaller. One would think that a restaurant in a church wouldn’t work. But it’s been done before in our area, with Terrapin in Rhinebeck. Now La Cabanita occupies the old St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church which was constructed in the 1930s. After the growing congregation moved, the church stood empty for several years until a Spanish restaurant undertook a renovation, opening for business in the early 2000’s. Around 2012, the space was empty once again, until January 2019, when La Cabanita took over. If you’d eaten at the prior restaurant, as I had, the newest incarnation was a considerable upgrade. The walls were a soft, candlelit white, a perfect backdrop for colorful paintings and decorations. Arched windows were refurbished, letting in streams of lovely daylight. Improved acoustics enabled couples, families and larger groups to talk amongst themselves without shouting, all while having traditional and popular Hispanic tunes play low. In the previous eatery, this type of conversation wouldn’t have been possible over the dim light and too-loud music. All of these changes made for a simple, yet lovely ambiance.

The vibe was definitely casual, not at all a sacred or church-y space. A combination of booths, tables and window seats offered both intimate space and room for larger parties of diners. During our visit, there were two big groups of 12 and 16 patrons, which included babies and young children. All were made to feel welcome by the staff. Phil and I sat in a booth. We were impressed with the variety and thoughtfulness of the reasonably priced menu. Vegetarians, carnivores and seafood lovers all had multiple entrees to choose from. In addition, families couldn’t go wrong with the children’s menu where every option was only $5. Our server, Luis, was a professional, knowledgeable and attentive young man. He answered any question and readily suggested accompaniments. After we ordered our food, Luis brought us freshly made tortilla chips with two salsas, a zesty green and a red, spicy one. The chips were warm, crispy and had just a hint of salt. The green salsa was super-creamy with a delicate hint of cilantro. The salsa was more like a sauce, with a great smokiness and a medium to high heat level. Next came our cocktails. The bartender had mixed Phil’s mojito with fresh mint we’d seen displayed on the bar, and the flavor was light and refreshing. My red sangria was poured to perfection. For the appetizer, we picked the Empanadas de Camaron. The chef prepared it in open, fried tortilla shells; the three savory treats were filled with tender shrimp, pico de gallo, avocado and a smoky sauce. The flavors were mouth-watering. Each was a little smaller than a store-bought taco shell and we could have easily eaten ten of them. But Phil and I needed to save room for our entrees.

The centerpiece of the restaurant, had to be the bar, having taken over the space where the altar once stood. It was wonderfully appointed and had parts of the old church hanging on the wall above. Like a shepherd tending to his flock, the bartender mixed luscious cocktails while entertaining devotees of mezcal and other tasty libations.



My husband ordered the Estofado. The menu described it like this: “One of seven native moles in Oaxaca made primarily with almonds, raisins, pickled jalapenos and spices, served with chicken and rice.” It looked unassuming, but oh my goodness, the mole was thick, and complex in taste. Similar to a rich, brown gravy, the sauce was smooth and tangy, with a strong hit of cumin and black pepper. The chicken was fall-off-the bone tender. Phil would have licked the plate clean. Instead, he used fresh, charred tortillas to sop up the liquid gold. I ordered the Camarones al gusto, a shrimp dish that I have revisited in my thoughts almost daily since then. With three sauce choices including diablo (very spicy), al ajo (garlic), and smoky chipotle; I chose the latter. The chef prepares it with a side of flavorful rice, a roasted melange of vegetables including zucchini and onions, and the centerpiece, the generous portion of ten, tasty shrimp doused with a pinkish, creamy, smoky, spicy sauce that would make a piece of cardboard palatable. Again, thank goodness for those tortillas, because none of that sauce was staying behind. For dessert, we decided on Mexican coffees and tres leches mocha cake. Our first disappointment of the visit came when we were told they were out of the coffee. The cake was beautifully presented with whipped cream and a fresh strawberry, but its flavor was a little bland and texture a bit mushier than we were used to. We were so pleased with everything else that this didn’t really matter. A memorable meal doesn’t need to be expensive. With starters ranging from $6 for tableside-prepared guacamole to $22 for a substantial platter of Oaxacan appetizers and entrees ranging from $12 to $18, the menu was wellpriced for the quality of our meals. With more dishes to taste, exceptional service and a welcoming atmosphere, La Cabanita is a restaurant we look forward to visiting again and again. Hopefully, others will consider this little gem when they want a meal and experience to remember.


La Cabanita is located at 763 Main St. Poughkeepsie, about 30 minutes from campus. Check out their menu at www. 845-4527544.



Farm to Dorm By: Gabriella Rivera

This column is dedicated to the farmer’s market every Thursday on Excelsior Concourse. I focus on creating dishes and drinks centering around a key ingredient from the market and a few simple ingredients from the supermarket to create appealing courses that are as engaging to the eyes as they are to the pallet. I used superfoods that I collected from the farmers market to create dishes that I felt would embody the word clarity including: beets, carrots, cucumber and quinoa. The Inspiration for these dishes come from: Acorn Hill Farm & Creamery A small goat farm that prides itself on the natural, loving treatment of their animals to keep them happy and healthy. Healthway Farms A husband and wife run farm that offers customers and friends a wide variety of fruits and vegetables year-round.


Don’t You Fretta

Greek Salad on Flatbread (Feeds Three) While sampling some of the delicious goat cheeses, feta goat cheese had to become the inspiration for my next recipe. Easily one of the best fetas I have had in my life, I wanted to heighten the creamy salty flavors with something bright and crisp. The warm toasted flatbread with the cold crisp vegetables really creates a beautiful combination of textures. The hint of balsamic cuts through the dish with acidity and truly hits all of what you want in something so simple, fresh and light. 1 Cucumber 1 Tomato 1 small red onion 2 cups Mixed Greens A handful of greek olives Half a block of Feta Goat Cheese from Acorn Hill Creamery ¼ cup of balsamic vinegar Olive Oil Oregano Pizza Dough 1) Preheat your oven to 425 degrees and grease a large cookie sheet. 2) Stretch your pizza dough onto the cookie sheet and brush with olive oil. 3) Sprinkle salt and oregano over the pizza dough. 4)While your oven is heating chop your cucumber, tomato and feta cheese into small cubes. 5) Place dough into the oven and remove once golden brown.

7) Place cucumber, tomato, mixed greens, red onion, olives and feta in a bowl. Toss gently as to not crumble the feta. 8) Cut your pizza dough into squares and add the salad mixture on top. 9) Drizzle with balsamic vinegar and serve immediately (The salad portion of this recipe can be made ahead of time; make the salad the night before and place in the fridge; the next day make the crust fresh).

6) Cut red onion in half and slice thin slivers. Slice olives in fourths.


Tricolor Beets Teriya-quinoa (Serves Three) I pre-roasted the beets to deepen their flavors and added them right to the marinade so they soak up the flavor. The green onion really brightens up the teriyaki sauce and the garlic adds body. The addition of quinoa really provides a much needed texture and filling body with the flavor of fresh beets. A variety of beets (I selected a few small red beets and golden beets) Âź cup teriyaki sauce Four Green Onions Two cloves of Garlic Two bags of instant Quinoa (I used multicolor quinoa) Olive Oil Three Carrots

1) Preheat your oven to 400 degrees.

6) When the beets and carrots are fork tender. Peel them and cut them into small chunks.

2) Wash and dry all of the beets and carrots before coating them in olive oil and salt. Place the vegetables in pieces of tin foil and wrap them up tightly.

7) Add the chunks to a plastic bag full of the teriyaki sauce mixture.

3) Place all of the aluminum wrapped vegetables in the oven for 20 minutes. 4) Add teriyaki sauce to a small bowl. Make a marinade by chopping cloves of garlic and adding it the teriyaki sauce along with a tablespoon or two of olive oil. 5) Start to boil water for quinoa and when it is at a rolling boil add two bags of quinoa.


8) Place a bit of olive oil into pan on medium high. 9) When the oil is hot throw in your green onions. 10) Cook the onions for about a minute and a half before adding entire bag of beets and teriyaki sauce. 11) Cook for 10 minutes and then add the quinoa. 12) Stir and garnish with a few extra green onions.



Sloppy Sundae (For Four) (Farm to Dorm cont)

In the aftermath of my close friend’s 21st birthday we had a leftover ice cream cake, almond milk, Bailey’s and bananas. From these few ingredients, the Sloppy Sundae was born! It’s an interesting combination of flavors, and the banana and cinnamon really compliment the chocolate. It’s a drink that pleases your inner child as well as your outer adult.

A large piece of Carvel ice cream cake ½ cup of Bailey’s (optional but not as good without) 3 cups of almond milk (can be substituted with any milk, almond is just what we had available) 2 bananas ½ teaspoon of cinnamon For presentation: (optional) Corn syrup or honey Sugar Add all of the ingredients into a blender and blend until smooth. To present: Dip the rim of a wine glass in corn syrup or honey and let the excess drip off before dipping in a mix of cinnamon sugar.



Not Your Average Whole Foods By: Leija Rothenberg

When I think of some of my favorite ways to spend time with friends at home, surprisingly, going to the supermarket comes to mind. However, we don’t frequent just any supermarket– we hit up the Asian supermarket. Specifically, we love H-Mart. Not every town or city has an H-Mart, but many towns have local, smaller Asian grocery stores. If you’ve never been to one and don’t speak any Asian languages, these stores can initially seem intimidating to peruse, but they offer some items and experiences that will make the whole trip worthwhile. First, there is so much produce not found in American stores. You can get delicious grapes, dragonfruit, bok choy and much more. There might be an extensive kimchi section if the store is Korean and in that case, definitely get some kimchi. (Only if you are tolerant of spice!) The snack aisle is one of my favorite places in the world; there are such interesting flavors of chips, such as the ones in the image. There are also shrimp chips, a fan favorite, and wide varieties of Oreos and Kit-Kats. As for candy, definitely try some new flavors of Hi-Chew and maybe some fruit jellies, like lychee. White Rabbits are a creamy, chewy, vanilla candy wrapped in rice paper–grab some!

There are also some miscellaneous items worth your time. I have recently started using Japanese mayonnaise instead of regular on my sandwiches, and it’s quite the upgrade. The frozen foods are pretty accessible. Grab some frozen gyoza, shumai, pork buns, bao or custard buns. These foods are such a good way to incorporate an international diet into your college life. Finally, if there is a food court, try having lunch there! A spicy ramen or simple bibimbap (if the food court provides a variety of Asian countries’ cuisines) are usually my goto’s. Chicken curry katsu and Singapore noodles are some other crowd-pleasers. If there is a place to buy bubble tea, absolutely go for it and sip it between bites of your lunch. I’m a sucker for the original black milk tea, but taro is also delicious, as is a fruit flavored one like passionfruit! While a supermarket is not always thought of as an exciting destination, Asian supermarkets, small or large, can be quite the adventure for the uninitiated or even the seasoned shopper. My friends and I can spend hours there and discover foods we have never encountered before. Try a new food and expand your culinary horizons. It’s an indispensable experience.







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Seven Gems Below 14th St. in Manhattan You Should Pay More Attention To. By: Arthur Genre

You are going to downtown, again. Since New York City has so much to offer, you may wonder if drinking in that same bar in the East Village is a good idea, or if you should try something new. You may also think that it is time to enjoy the city, just like millions of tourists do every year, but paying $34 for a ticket to One World Observatory doesn’t excite you so much. Why don’t you try, for once, to look up from your phone and enjoy the beauty of New York’s most diverse and historically interesting areas? “There are amazing parks and vistas all over Lower Manhattan, and the architecture is marvelous. All you have to do is take a stroll and enjoy the changing landscape as you walk casually around the city,” said Karl Willers, a long-time New Yorker and art museum curator in Chelsea. To help you make the most out of your walking adventure, here are seven secret things to discover in downtown Manhattan, right below 14th street, that most New Yorkers don’t know about.

Stroll Through the Oldest Parts of New York City - and Imagine. Downtown Manhattan is home to some of the oldest marvels of the city. Walking on the crowded sidewalks of Wall Street, imagine what the area looked like when George Washington was inaugurated first president of the United States in 1789. The inaugural parade stopped at St. Paul’s Chapel, which had the exact same look as now. In her book “New York City Yesterday & Today,” Judith H. Browning explains that at the time the Church on Vesey and Broadway was built outside of city limits, in the extreme north, even though it’s barely more than a half mile to the tip of Manhattan now. Imagine how small the city was at the time! Don’t forget to stop by Fraunces Tavern, in which most New Yorkers gathered to celebrate the inauguration. Browning explains that the popular inn, built in 1719, was restored in 1904 and still houses a restaurant as well as a museum.

Look at the Vernacular Architecture. Many of the brownstone houses of Downtown Manhattan were built in the 19th century, and the entire city grew up around them. Just imagine how many people have lived in these houses and what stories they could tell. One building that you should pay more attention to is the Tenement House on the Lower East Side. Kerry Dean Carso, a Harvard Alumni and professor at SUNY New Paltz focuses on American Architecture and teaches a course called The Architecture of New York City. She often recommends a visit to the Tenement Museum. She says, “It does a won-


derful job of explaining what life was like for immigrants coming to the United States in the 19th century through the material culture of their lives.”

Learn the Stories of Trinity Church.

At the corner of the busiest streets of the city, Wall Street and Broadway, one wishes that they could hear the stories from the walls of The Trinity Church, completed in 1846. Although it may seem tiny when surrounded by skyscrapers, Browning indicates that its architect “was determined to create a church that would reach to the heavens.” Right next to the swirling traffic, you will be surprised by the importance of people resting in its churchyard. Among the oldest tombstones, you will find Francis Lewis (who signed the Declaration of Independence) and Robert Fulton (the great innovator who invented the steamboat and many others). The oldest grave in the cemetery is from 1681!

“I’ve traveled all over the world and no city has so many interesting different faces to look at as New York. The mosaic and the melting pot, all the clichés are true. And that endless shower of traits and races and tonalities is without contest what makes this city so beautiful,” said Hugh Siegel, communication director for ICAP at Columbia University and long-time New Yorker.

Explore the Tiny Streets of the West and East Village. The Eastern and Western sides of downtown are called “villages,” which is a good description of the different feeling you may have when exploring them. Carso explains that “the commissioners’ plan of 1811 laid out Manhattan streets in a rectilinear grid pattern, but downtown already had settlements and street patterns in place” Many other places in New York could look like this, if they had not been destroyed. This is why we should be appreciative for the conservation of those historical neighborhoods. Carso adds “Jane Jacobs, activist and author stood up to the forces of urban renewal and slum clearance and helped save her neighborhood from a large-scale urban project that would have been extremely detrimental to the neighborhood feel of the Village.” Don’t just watch the city, watch the people in it. Sit on one of New York’s numerous benches and watch. This is what Willers likes to do when walking in Downtown Manhattan. He considers New York as “the best people-watching city in the world.” With about 8,550,405, million inhabitants, tourists from the whole world and 38% of its population immigrants, New York is one of the most diverse places in America.



Organizing Travel By: Dani Walpole

To the disorganized mind, travel can be intimidating. Since there are so many possibilities for disaster, so many personal items to forget and so many mistakes that could be made, a lot of people are deterred from traveling simply because they’re afraid of having an imperfect experience. With proper organization, so many classic travel problems can be avoided! Listing: I suggest starting with a spreadsheet organized into five categories: clothing, toiletries, travel, weather accessories and knick knacks. Write down every item a human being could possibly need in the span of time for which you’re traveling, and then make sure that you have all of those items— whether it’s a jacket or a memory card, you don’t want to forget it. Printing: Start with the important things (passport, debit card, bus tickets, hotel receipts and health insurance cards), and put them into a physical folder. Though it’s tempting to digitize all of your tickets and receipts, there’s always the possibility that your phone will die and you’ll be left stranded without any of your important documents.


Packing and Weighing: Investing in space bags was one of the best things I’ve ever done. They allow you more room in your suitcase and ensure that nothing spills in your luggage. Despite this, it’s important to weigh your luggage before you leave home if you’re flying. Mark down the weights, and if it’s within a pound of the airline’s limit, try to eliminate some items to be safe. Apps: If spreadsheets aren’t your thing, travel apps like TripIt, Google Trips and Roadtrippers are great for organizing your itineraries and finding new destinations. Though it’s obvious, Yelp, Time Out and TripAdvisor are absolute lifesavers, and will save you from sitting in pizza parlors that look like basements or staying in hotels that smell like sulfur mines! The travel app market is saturated, so it’s almost guaranteed that you can find a resource for whatever you need. Help is out there! Some of my other recommendations include the Noonlight app, which will keep you safe in sketchy situations, and the Swarm app from Foursquare, which lets you check in places and remember everywhere you’ve been. Happy organizing!


Almost Getting

Murdered in the Woods By My House By: Alyssa Detwiler

I come from Chester, a very small town in Orange County that maybe five people have heard of. My house is far from the main town, hidden away in the woods. Last year, my girlfriend dragged me out to the lake where her friends went to get drunk, and we almost got lost on the walk home despite being no more than ten minutes from my house. Over spring break, I wanted to get out of the house. My dad was working and my brother took the car to school, so it was me and my dogs stuck inside for hours on end. One day when it was warm and sunny, I decided to take my dog, a hyperactive beagle mix, for a walk to the lake. I couldn’t find her leash, so I wound up going alone. For context, here are things I have seen or heard outside: deer, obviously, those sneaky bastards; then there are the squirrels and chipmunks, and opossums and the occasional fox. On summer nights, we hear coyotes scream. More than a few times, bears have gotten into our trash. Apparently, mountain lions have been spotted. So, not only did I walk into the woods alone, but I walked in with headphones on and without telling anyone where I was going. The late March weather had yet to free the scenery from the grips of winter. The trees were barren and I found

myself navigating through the skeletons of trees instead of the lush green of summer. In an especially shady area, a stubborn patch of ice spanned the ground and led me to take a different, more narrow path. I reached the lake and skipped some rocks. I saw the trash on the ground and committed to coming out another day to clean some of it up (I haven’t yet; the rest of break was characterized by rain). With nothing more to do at the lake, I decided to explore. I climbed up mossy rocks and dug through patches of the ground clearly used for fires beforehand. I found fused glass from a beer bottle and pocketed it (classy, I’m aware), and took pictures of the bare trees and the lake looking out to the town across, Florida. I stuck stray branches in the ground, marking where I had been on the amalgamation of paths so I wouldn’t find myself lost again. After half an hour, hotter; it was also dog would accept havoc through the

I was bored. It was humid and getting about the time where my hyperactive that she was alone and start to wreak house.

I began the walk home, finally taking my headphones off to appreciate the silence as my feet crunched across the forest floor. Then I saw it: a cement structure sticking out of the ground with four walls and no roof. Last time I had been there, the leaves had obscured it from the path. Next to it was a patch of garbage, probably from whatever teenagers had decided to light up against the wall. Already committed to exploring more, I walked closer, skipping off the path and hopping over a fallen tree. As I came closer, I saw what looked like a cellar. “What the fuck?” I asked myself. There were plenty of houses in the forest, with driveways so long they might as well have been roads, but this was out of nowhere. “What the fuck?” I repeated, this time on video so my roommate could get a glimpse of the middle of nowhere, New York. I heard a rustle, and I remembered a couple of things all at once. I remembered that coyotes and bears were certainly things that lived in the forest, and I probably couldn’t take either in a fight; if it wasn’t an animal and it was a person, I was trespassing through a forest that housed a lot of rednecks with guns, who drove pickup trucks up and down the backroads shooting off fireworks. I ran the whole way back to my house and didn’t breathe until I was in my room. So, yeah. I’m a huge advocate for going on walks and appreciating nature. So if you’re like me and live in the middle of nowhere, this summer you should consider trespassing into the forest and taking in the scenery.



More Than Just Hick Towns and Horse Farms: Underrated Villages in Upstate NY By: Shyana Fisher

Most New Paltz students love exploring, but how many have actually traveled further than the Hudson Valley? In no particular order, here are a few upstate towns that don’t get the love that they deserve.

Lake George, NY A short two hour drive from New Paltz gets you to this rustic little village. I remember when I was growing up my family and I would camp there at the RV park and play mini-golf. The lake itself can become a little crowded in the midst of summer, but with The Factory Outlets and Six Flags Great Escape just a few minutes away, it’s hard to be bored.

Middleburgh, NY I contemplated long and hard about adding this to the list, but I feel like Schoharie County has got a few gems, and this just might be one. I pass through this small village on my way back to campus and I’ve grown to love it for its quirks. The small main street is home to some very good pizza at Hubie’s, and further out of town are strawberry fields and a farmers market that has the best vegetables. If this wasn’t enough, take the five minute drive to Schoharie and have lunch at the Apple Barrel Cafe. Nature buffs should check out Vroman’s Nose for some high quality hiking with a great view.

Saratoga Springs, NY Oh Saratoga. How you baffle me. On the one hand, pretentious snobs make their way to the horse races to bet on their favorites and drink moscow mules in the shade. This actually is a fun way to spend the afternoon because you can pretend you belong to the upper class. If you are a little tired of playing make-believe, head over to main street for some bougie shopping or visit the first Stewart’s Shops ever built. To truly understand “upstate culture,” try to snag some tickets to a Dave Matthews Band concert at Saratoga Performing Arts Center (SPAC). A perfect way to end the night.


Saratoga Springs, NY


Ithaca, NY

Wineries, camping, and college, oh my! This small city is home to both Cornell and Ithaca College, and is reminiscent of New Paltz. The hippie culture is alive and well here, and the main stretch has hoards of great restaurants and local shops. It is a very pedestrian-friendly neighborhood, and if you are of age, the wineries around here are A+. Follow the Finger Lakes Wine Trail for some off-the-beaten-path vineyards.

Cooperstown, NY Ah Cooperstown. The best-kept secret of Otsego County. Baseball draws you in, but this quaint little village has much more to offer than just history. Heading into town you will find Brewery Ommegang: a local brewery and concert venue for smaller indie names. Once you hit main street, stop for a bite at the Doubleday Cafe (The turkey avocado B.L.T. is my absolute favorite) before venturing over to the Glimmerglass Lake for a relaxing afternoon by the water. Other points of interest include The Otesaga Hotel, Clark Sports Center, The Baseball Hall of Fame, and the Farmers Museum. Before you leave town, don’t forget to grab a freshly baked cookie from Schneider’s Bakery.

Cooperstown, NY



Frida Kahlo at the Brooklyn Museum By: Natalie Aguilar

Inside the exhibition hangs an overlooked sketch by Frida Kahlo. A standard 8x11 piece of paper is the canvas of a self-portrait done in charcoal and colored pencil, displaying Kahlo in a lengthy, ruffled-up green dress with purple contours outlining her petite figure. Her body is visible underneath the translucent quality of her dress. Her torso is constrained by a tight corset, with a white rod running parallel to her spinal cord. Her right leg is visibly shorter than her left and is decorated with blue butterflies that flutter upwards toward her pubic hair. Although simple in its construction, this sketch allows viewers to see how Kahlo’s image, although perfectly put together on the outside, was riddled with harsh physical limitations, showing viewers how appearances can be deceiving. “Las apariencias enganan,” Kahlo wrote underneath her figure in cursive. The exhibition Frida Kahlo: Appearances Can Be Deceiving at the Brooklyn Museum takes its name from this line and is Frida Kahlo’s largest exhibition in the United States in 10 years. It is also the first in the U.S. to display her collection of clothing and other personal possessions, “which were rediscovered and inventoried in 2004 after being locked away since Kahlo’s death, in 1954,” according to the museum’s site. The exhibition holds more than 300 objects, ranging from clothes, makeup and photographs of her taken by friends and family, as well as other possessions that give insight into her thoughts, physical condition and sources of inspiration. Kahlo’s careful aesthetic is what makes her image iconic. Her traditional native fashion is inspired by the women of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec region of Mexico, which consists of huipiles (square tops), lengthy and loose enaguas (skirts) and rebozos (shawls). The aesthetic was complete with her hair in braids and decorated with flowers. Her neck donned heavy gold jewelry and prehispanic gems. Some of her accessories are rare sights, such as a necklace made of obsidian blades or mesoamerican jades among other priceless substances.


This careful curation of clothing was not only a celebration of her mexicanidad, or Mexican identity, but also a means to conceal her disabled body, a part of her identity that contributed immense pain and served as the subject of many her paintings. At the age of six, Kahlo contracted polio that shorted her right leg and was eventually amputated in 1953. Later in life, Kahlo suffered from a trolley bus accident which severely damaged her collarbone, spine and right foot. On display at the exhibit are the various medical devices that Kahlo had to use, such as corsets that she decorated with communist symbols, shoes that were custom made to account for her height difference and prosthetic devices. Various medical records and her unfortunate miscarriages propel the story further and inspire sketches of anatomy, paintings of open wombs and motherhood. The exhibition is more of an exploration of Kahlo as a person than her role as a painter; from her early life, representation of Mexican heritage and the various identities she held. Only 11 paintings of hers are on display, some of which are her most famous, such as her “Self Portrait with Monkey” (1938), “Self Portrait as a Tehuana” (1943) and “Self Portrait with Cropped Hair,” (1940) that reflects the time she cut her hair short following her divorce from Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. Unlike her other paintings, she is not donning a traditional Mexican dress but rather she sports an oversized men’s suit. Seated, Kahlo holds a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of hair in the other, her tresses scattered on the floor. “There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego,” Kahlo said about her tumultuous relationship with Diego Rivera. “Diego was by far the worst.” The portrait could be mourning the end of their marriage, but could also signify her newfound independence.


Her marriage to Rivera often defined her. Newspaper headlines almost always referred to her as the “wife of Diego Rivera,” and regarded her art as a hobby or of lesser quality than that of Rivera. Their trips to the U.S, or “gringolandia” as she liked to call it, highlights her dislike for United States capitalism, its numbness to income inequality and indifference to class struggles. “There is so much wealth and so much misery at the same time,” Kahlo said about her time in New York, “it seems incredible that people can endure such class difference, and accept such a form of life, since thousands and thousands of people are starving of hunger while on the other hand, the millionaires throw away millions on stupidities.” In these small snippets, viewers can immediately notice that Kahlo was not one to be afraid of voicing her opinion. She was outworldly a communist, had lovers that were men and women and embraced meso-american and Mexican indigeneity when many succumbed to assimilation into mainstream values and ideals. At a time where a woman’s identity was defined by her relationship or marriage, Kahlo shaped her own. “It is her construction of identity through her ethnicity, her disability, her political beliefs and her art, that makes her such a compelling and relevant icon today,” said curator Circe Henestrosa. Hurry to the Brooklyn Museum before it’s too late, exhibition ends May 12. Learn more or purchase tickets online at



How My Gap Year Changed My Life By: Juliana Sebben

Anyone who knows me knows I wasn’t really sure about starting college straight after high school. I trudged through the mud of the college admissions process like it was the only path I could take and couldn’t even feign excitement when acceptance letters started rolling in. Without a clue as to what I wanted to do with my life, college didn’t seem like a sensical next step, but I felt like I had no other choice. So, when the time came, off to SUNY New Paltz I went. Unsurprisingly, freshman year ended up being filled with upset and frustration. My displeasure at being in college carried into all aspects of my life and tainted every experience. I remember waiting for things to get to better and then, when finals rolled around and I was still miserable, thinking, “This is it? Are you kidding me? The best four years of my life?” I genuinely believed that my life was over, that I had climbed to the top of the beautiful mountain of life (college being the magnificent peak) only to realize that the view was a field of dead grass littered with cheap beer cans. In the formulaic layout of birth, school, college, career, retirement, and death, which has been drilled so deeply into our heads since childhood, college is the highlight. Imagine my distress, then, when I realized that college meant less long days of laughing and learning with a hundred of my best friends and more solitary meals of rice and salad than I could stomach. But there was a silver lining. All of the frustration I felt at being in college overpowered the fear I’d had about doing the unthinkable, something I’d always wanted but had been warned against: taking a year off. I began to formulate a plan and, by the time I was ready to sign a form of deferral for my school, I had one all set. For a little over a year, starting in July of 2017 and ending in August of 2018, I would be somewhere new doing something I’d never done before with people I had just met. It would start at a sleepaway camp in upstate New York,


where I would spend the summer working as a counselor. Then I’d fly to Costa Rica for a WorkAway exchange program in which I’d wash dishes at a jungle surf camp in exchange for housing. Finally, I’d complete 10-months of service with AmeriCorps NCCC, working and living with a team of 12 strangers in different communities around the United States, and then maybe I’d return to SUNY New Paltz in the fall. Unsurprisingly, my gap year ended up being the single best year of my life yet. It transformed me completely. Here’s how: It gave me space to think. There’s this unspoken assumption we all share that life is like a conveyor belt carrying us from one thing to the next, without any opportunity to hit pause. But when we rush through school without taking so much as a single second to breathe and consider who we are, what we have to offer the world and how we want to do it, we end up selling ourselves short. We get a degree in something we don’t actually enjoy, we float passively while life carries us along and then get upset when we end up somewhere we never wanted to be and we rack up tens of thousands of dollars of debt in the process. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with going straight through school if you have a plan and know how to best utilize college to execute it, but there’s also nothing wrong with taking some time off to catch your breath and reevaluate. There’s no time limit on getting your degree. It put me in touch with myself. One of my favorite sayings is “Wherever you go, there you are.” To me, this means that everything you have, both good and bad, follows you in any direction. Putting myself in so many distinctly different situations and scenarios revealed me to myself so clearly; it carved me out of my traditional life so that I could easily identify my strengths, weaknesses, and the places I need work. When everything is different, we look for the sameness. During my gap year, the only constant for most of it was me. Ironically, my realization of that was when I began to change, too.


It introduced me to ways of living that I hadn’t even known were possible. I met so many different people in so many different walks of life during that year I was away - full-time travelers who get paid for the pictures they post, a teacher who instructs internationally and speaks more languages than I can count on one hand, people who work in national parks and camp in tents with their co-workers, crazy stuff that I didn’t even know existed. I was 19-years-old and had gone all my life thinking there was only one way to live; the year I spent out of school showed me that there doesn’t have to be. There are no rules to life, only consequences and some adventures are worth the sacrifice. I would recommend a gap year to every student on the planet. It doesn’t have to be as long or intense as mine


was, and it definitely doesn’t have to be expensive (in fact, the most impactful of my experiences: the 10 months I spent with AmeriCorps NCCC, paid me for my time). My gap year has given me clarity, perspective, irreplaceable life experience and invaluable friendships. When I did eventually return to SUNY New Paltz, it was with a deeper understanding of myself and the world around me which has made my experience this time around much more enjoyable. If a gap year is something you’ve ever considered before, I encourage you to go for it. You don’t have to be rich or special or anything other than what you already are to make it happen; you just have to be willing to take the risk.







DIY Mother’s Day Cards By: Morgan Hughes


Mother’s Day is on May 12 this year and what better way to show your love and appreciation than these fun and easy DIY cards made straight from the heart?

PICTURE PERFECT POLAROID POP-UP CARD Materials: Two pieces of construction paper (both different colors) Scissors Gluestick Sharpie or marker 5 color photos (2”x3”) of you and your mother

Directions: 1) Place one piece of paper on top of the other and fold. 2) Unfold card, take the top piece of paper and refold. 3) About 5 or 6 inches from the bottom of the paper, cut two horizontal lines about an inch in diameter along the folded edge. 4) Unfold, there should now be a tab in the middle of your card that you can easily push out to create a pop-up. 5) Glue down a picture of yourself and your mother to the pop-up tab. You can either glue the entire picture down or, you can just cut yourself and your mother from the picture and glue that down.


6) Glue two pictures of yourself and your mother onto each side of the card.


7) Draw a border around each photo. Make sure to leave about half an inch of space between the bottom of your photo and the bottom of your border in order to resemble a polaroid. 8) In the blank space of each border, write down the date of when the picture was taken or any special message you’d like to say to your mom! 9) Finally, glue the decorated, pop-up piece of paper inside of the other piece of paper and fold. The outside piece of paper will hide the folded-in tab of the other paper so the pop-up part will be a surprise!






FUN AND EASY FLORAL CARD Materials: 1 piece of construction paper. 3-4 pieces of tissue paper of all different colors (one should be green) Scissors Glue

Directions: 1) Fold your piece of construction paper in half. 2) From two different pieces of tissue paper (not the green tissue paper), tear off about 18-20 3”x 3” pieces. 3) Take each 3”x 3” piece of tissue paper and roll each into a small ball. 4) Tear two strips of green tissue paper about 1”x 6”, in size. 5) Fold each strip in half vertically, then in half again horizontally. 6) Twist your folded strips until they each resemble a stem. 7) Glue these paper stems to the middle of the front of your card. 8) Take each tissue paper ball of the same color and arrange them above each of your stems so that they resemble a flower. Glue them down. 9) If you’ve opted to use a fourth piece of tissue paper, cut a long, thin strip, and arrange it over the stems of your flowers to look as if it is tying them together. Glue down.



1) Separate the ‘junk.’ It can be easy to keep the things that seem important in the moment, but after they have been sitting there for two or more weeks, you have to ask yourself: is this worth keeping or is it just junk? Don’t keep what you can live without— and this goes for both living at school and at home! As students, we may be accumulating old notebooks or folders that don’t really have a purpose in the future. It’s time to declutter and get rid of it! 2) Take down the decor! Small things like fake plants or string lights aren’t going to be necessary nor useful in these last few weeks while you’re in the final stretch of the semester. Time to pack them away! Tip for posters: lay them all down stacked on top of one another, and roll them up all together to save space when you put them away. Don’t store them in suit cases otherwise they might get folded up and ruined! 3) Pack half your wardrobe. If you’re anything like me, you’re going to be wearing the same few outfits in these last few weeks, so it’s not necessary to keep all of them out! Bust out the suitcase and start packing up the clothes you surely won’t be wearing. Also, if you still have winter jackets hanging up in your closet...what are you doing? This goes for shoes, too. The shoes you never normally wear— toss them in a suitcase (neatly)!

6) Do your laundry! As tempting as the possible opportunity for your parents to do your laundry when you get home, we have laundry rooms on campus for a reason! Adulting is hard, but laundry isn’t the hardest part of it! Plus, clean clothes are easier to fold and pack neatly than folding dirty laundry. 7) Lastly, consider a storage unit Traveling with everything you have all the way back home, just to bring it all back again in four months seem useless. But getting a storage unit near campus will allow you to leave that stuff in town and make for a less stressful move back. Unless you’re graduating, which in that case...congrats!

4) Keep your necessities in reach Store food in a box or all together in one place. Keep bath supplies congregated in a corner or on a shelf in the bathroom. Put books and supplies on or in your desk! By having all the necessary items within reach and altogether, it makes it easier to pack all of them up on the absolute last day you need them. 5) For the sentimental... If you have the propensity for hoarding momentos, restrain yourself from putting all of it in a single shoe box. If you allow yourself to pile up on things that may seem memorable to you in the moment, you’ll end up leaving with 10 shoe boxes.




Creating a Focus Space

By: Judy Capiral

Now that we’re in the home stretch of the end of this semester, it may be difficult to find clarity and focus when you’re thinking about the beach, your summer job or maybe just going back home. It’s perfectly okay to think about these things, so long as you don’t lose your focus now. We’re in the home stretch, and we don’t want to lose our momentum now. Finding a space in your home where you can focus and gear into those final assignments and projects is key. Here are a couple of tips to create your perfect and practical focus space! Study at the Desk! Sleep in the Bed! • I know too many people who do homework and study from the comfort of their bed. Though tempting, one of two things can happen. One, once your body hits the bed, you naturally feel more tired and are more likely to lose focus and/or fall asleep! Or two, when you try to get some shut-eye the night before a final, you might not be able to sleep because your bed is where you’re used to being alert and focused. So make the change. There’s one place for studying, and another separate place for sleeping (and no, you can’t sleep on top of your desk). Clear your Desk! • Right now, your desk might be looking a bit of a wreck. Those final assignment guidelines, textbooks, and homework snacks may be taking up too much unnecessary space. This may make your desk look unappealing, forcing you to do homework and study on your bed or couch. But the desk is there for a reason! Utilize what you have and make it a place for ultimate focus and clarity.


• Start by decluttering completely. Remove all of what’s on your desk at that moment and place it in a box or off to the side. Then disinfect. Yes, actually clean your desk. Something like lemon-scented disinfecting wipes or cleaning products produces a sense of clarity or clear-headedness - and no, not from the cleaning product fumes - to gear you into a more productive day.

Goal Board! • If you have a bulletin board (or a space above your desk to hang things), it can allow for a clearer understanding of the goals ahead of you. Like your desk, it should not be cluttered by decorative pieces - it should serve as a functional tool for finishing up the semester strong. • Hanging up a calendar is the best way to start this. A simple calendar where you can clearly see the assignments ahead of you will be great in strategic planning and setting study times and dates. • I recommend making lists that are simple and easyto-read, especially if you’re running out the door and need a quick glance at your objectives for the week. • You can also leave important reminders for yourself that you’ll be able to see everyday, so you’ll have no excuse not to do them!

• Put only the essentials on your desk! A pen holder, post-it notes, lamp, and maybe a coaster for coffee are all you need to do what you have to do. • If you use your desk as a place to do your makeup or eat, put those products and items away in a drawer or under your desk where you can’t see them while studying. It will only distract you and remove you from the right headspace to do work.


Finding a clear head space during the final stretch of the school year can be one of the hardest things to achieve. Yet, clarity is the most important part of studying for exams and finishing up those final projects. Having a focus space to achieve these goals is the best way you can achieve this point of clarity.



Joanna Gaines:

By: Shyana Fisher

Most girls watch “The Bachelor” or “Keeping up with the Kardashians” for their reality TV fix. I watch “Fixer Upper.” This HGTV show first aired in 2013 and featured Waco, Texas natives Joanna and Chip Gaines. These two would go around and buy old properties then fix them up for prospective homeowners. It seems fairly run-of-the-mill, but Joanna truly made this show her own unique experience. Throughout the five seasons of the show, they create many memorable homes for clients, and also end up renovating quite a few of their own! For example, in season five, Chip decides he wants to buy an old diner and fix it up. The family ends up starting their own restaurant, adding to their illustrious design shops and markets. Although “Fixer Upper” officially ended in 2018, the Gaines are far from done with flipping houses. While Chip does the demolition and builds the framework for every house, Joanna comes in and designs every square inch to the exact specifications of the homeowners. Her style is “rustic farmhouse,” complete with shiplap beams and classic white kitchens. Whatever Joanna puts her mind to, she does well. My favorite rooms that she designs are her open-concept kitchens because they look so classy. From white tiles to farmhouse sinks and accent quote walls, these rooms tie the whole house together.

While I absolutely adore her designs, and I am also enamored with the way she lives her life. She is the mom of four kids, and somehow still manages to write books, publish magazines and flip houses in her free time. Joanna has recently come out with her latest book “We Are the Gardeners” which she wrote with her children. While I have yet to read this one, I do own “The Magnolia Table Cookbook,” which highlights her recipes and stories. These books and magazines are just as picture-perfect as the houses the Gaines create. What I most enjoy about Joanna as an icon is that she is real. The recipes in her books aren’t salads and bougie desserts but simple homemade biscuits and cookies that are kid-approved. She advocates for healthy eating, but not depriving yourself. (Her fried chicken recipe looks delicious). The houses that she shows are practical and seem like they have actually been lived in, which is a far cry from minimalist shelving and no storage. I would love to have Joanna Gaines design my house one day, but until then I can use her as inspiration to create a rustic look that fits my needs. My dorm this year plays off of Joanna’s color schemes, and once I move into an apartment of my own I am excited to see what else I can do.


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photo courtesy of HGTV



Mood Boards By: Judy Anne Capiral

Mood or vision boards are common for laying out the visual elements of a project. But who’s to say you can’t make one for yourself? After all, aren’t you your own project? There are various ways to make a board for yourself. You can project long term goals for yourself, as well as put up pictures or quotes that keep you grounded and remind you of who you are. Here are a few of our favorite boards for inspiration!









I Want to Marry a Girl By: Abigail Foster

When I was six years old, I told my mother that I was gay. We were in our front yard on a crisp, fall afternoon raking leaves together, when I decided to pause and ask her a question that had been on my mind for a while. “Mommy, do all girls have to marry boys?” I asked her. I remember the heavy feeling in my chest as I waited for her answer. She laughed to herself, probably thinking that I was finally entering the early-elementary “boys are gross” phase. “No,” she said, not looking up from her yard work. “Not all girls have to marry a boy.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good,” I exclaimed defiantly. “Because when I grow up, I want to marry a girl.”

For all of middle school and high school, I was fighting an intense battle against my subconscious. I made every effort to fit in with my straight peers. When my friends obsessed over the latest boy band, so did I. When my friends gushed about the guys on the football team, so did I. When my friends all got into relationships with boys, so did I. I did everything I could to look and act like a straight teenage girl. Through all of this, my brain was screaming at me that something was wrong, but I ignored it. “It’s just a phase” is what I told myself for over a decade.

The first time a person realizes they are gay is hardly the first time that they come out to themselves. After I inadvertently told my mother that I was gay, I went through a phase of intense denial that lasted almost 12 years. After talking to friends in the the LGBTQIA+ community, and reflecting on my own story, it seems that this is a fairly common experience.

Then one day, in my senior year of high school, it all changed. I was home alone, scrolling through Netflix and trying to find something interesting to watch when I came across a movie about a girl, also in high school, who was coming to terms with her sexuality. I’m not sure why I pressed play, knowing how hard I had tried all those years to repress any thoughts that would make me come to terms with who I really was, but I played it anyway. Flash forward

“I was finally ready to accept who I was, and I was ready to change my life.”


a few minutes into the movie, and the main character has come to the realization that she can’t repress her sexual orientation anymore and is sobbing alone in her room. Watching that moment unfold in front of me broke me. All the repressed thoughts and emotions that I had harbored for the last 12 years came to the surface through uncontrollable and unceasing tears. In that moment, I knew that I couldn’t hide who I was from myself anymore, and I didn’t try to. After the movie ended, I sat in silence for a little while, contemplating what had just happened. I thought about 6-year-old me, unabashedly asserting who she was to her mother. I wondered if she was still in there, sitting inside of my subconscious, fighting back against all of my attempts to shove her down deeper. That day, I decided to come out to myself, again. I was finally ready to accept who I was, and I was ready to change my life. I found myself in front of the vanity in my bathroom, staring back at the version of myself that had always been there. In a wavering voice, still tender from crying, I spoke aloud to myself, “When I grow up, I want to marry a girl.”


Communication By: Ericka Francois

One of the most challenging tasks amongst individuals is proper communication. Think about how many times you’ve found yourself in conflict and didn't know how to address the situation. Are you also a non-confrontational person? If so, your anxiety must be through the roof when something is bothering you. How about growing up in a passive-aggressive home? It's scary learning how to express yourself, but just as with everything else, when you take minor steps each and every day and reward yourself for it, it gets easier to do. Letting go of the desire to please or acquiesce everyone will also help. You can't control how someone else can react, but you can control how you react. Having self-control and being emotionally intelligent in conflict is synonymous. It's about knowing that only you have access to your emotions, no one else. As quoted by Eleanor Roosevelt, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Your feelings are always valid; don’t deny yourself of what your gut is telling you, listen to it and trust it because you should trust yourself.


As a person who struggled with communication my whole ife, I've begun to communicate everything. I don't think that's a problem. Being comfortable with opening up spaces for people to talk about what bothers them in relationships is important. I learned that even though I've made tremendous progress, not everyone is as comfortable as I have become. In every relationship there will always be some type of conflict. The key isn’t just communication, it’s comprehension. Both individuals have to understand each other because communication without comprehension is pointless. Body language isn’t enough. Never assume and always speak. Everyone is different–the most effective thing you can do is talk. Of course everything won’t be perfect just because you communicated; sometimes, others don’t know how to. The point is not to fear it–nine times out of ten, things can go far with a little discussion. It’s important to know that it isn’t your responsibility to be someone’s therapist or for them to be yours. If you feel uncomfortable talking to an individual about anything then maybe the relationship isn’t worth it. You shouldn’t feel scared to talk because of how they will react, especially if you find yourself in constant conflict with a person.



p u k a e r B a r e t f A y t i r a l C g n i Find ylor By: Ta

If you’re looking for an article recommending fun and creative ways to destroy old pictures, clothes, and mementos associated with your ex, this isn’t it. If you’re looking for advice on getting back together with your ex, this also isn’t it. This article is for those of you who have undergone a breakup and wish to handle it as constructively and positively as you can. The following tips suggest mentally and emotionally healthy ways to ease the post-breakup healing process. Allow yourself to experience the depth of your emotional pain. It would be amiss for me to write about moving on from a breakup without acknowledging the emotional turmoil you will likely experience before this process can even begin. Cry. Talk it out. Channel your pain into whatever medium is most comfortable. Paint, write, take photos, create. Lose yourself for a while in a favorite movie, song or book. Find some form of healthy emotional release. There are numerous on-campus psychological resources available to students should you wish to discuss your feelings with a professional. While you should allow yourself to experience this ache, don’t prolong it by provoking painful thoughts. Restrict yourself from visiting your ex’s social media pages. Block them if necessary. Most importantly, don’t continue to look for further reasons why your relationship didn’t work out. Although you may feel the need for closure, you must accept the fact that you will never know all the answers. If you wronged your ex or said/did anything during your relationship that


you regret, learn from the experience without punishing yourself. Hopefully, you had the chance to apologize. Now all you can do is let it go. Once you have forgiven yourself and your ex for wrongdoings and mistakes in your relationship, you will find that you have finally moved on.



these items will only further derail your healing process, as you will be creating new memories associated with them. Whatever you do, try not to create further drama. This will allow you to maintain your dignity and to move on with greater ease.

Don’t lash out. You may be angry with your ex. Perhaps they cheated on you, or maybe they just fell out of love and wanted to break up. You are 100% entitled to feel hurt, upset and angry. How you choose to handle these emotions, however, will either accelerate or prolong the moving on process. In fueling the negative feelings associated with your ex, you are only further entrapping yourself. Acknowledge that this person was once a part of your life and gently push aside whatever reminders you no longer wish to keep.

Lean on your friends. When we are in relationships, we often tend to pay less attention to the other sources of companionship in our lives, including friends and family. Take this breakup as an opportunity to focus more deeply on these relationships. Feeling connected with others greatly improves your emotional (and physical) health. Human connectivity has been evolutionarily hardwired in us for the betterment of our survival. This is why emotional pain often hurts us in a way that feels just as real as physical pain. Spend more time and engage in more conversations with the loved ones around you. Soak in all of the support that they offer you and remember that you are never alone.

When it comes to mementos associated with your past relationship, I suggest taking your time in handling them. Place sentimental objects into a box and store it away until you are emotionally ready to decide their fate. Remember that these are artifacts of your life and you may want to look back at them someday. Destroying

Finally and most importantly, spend time developing the most important kind of love there is: self-love. If you find doing things like verbalizing affirmations and accepting compliments to be difficult, you probably need to work extra hard on this. No one else can supplement or replace the love you should be giving to yourself. In light of your past relationship, be proud of yourself for opening up to another person, and don’t be afraid to do it again one day. Single or not, your relationship with yourself should always come first. Focus on improving your life, not to spite your ex or make them jealous, but because you love yourself and deserve to be happy. Continue to fall in love with your life in every way. Eventually, you will fully realize that you are everything you need.


3 Tips to Retrain Your Brain For SprinG� By: Kirstin Phillips

With the seasons changing and the warm weather finally here to stay, it’s also time to to change your mindset! It’s easy to begin thinking negative and it can quickly become a habit. But these tips can help put you on the right path to thinking more positively! Dust off all the old cobwebs in the corners of your mind and start fresh with a positive outlook this spring. Keep yourself busy. With all the nice weather, take time to be outside and do some activities that you love! When it’s colder, it becomes harder to get motivation to do anything, which can lead to negative thoughts about work and school. But with beautiful weather, you can take the activities that you love outside, making it all the more enjoyable. Keeping busy entertains your mind and distracts it from any negative thoughts that could be lingering. Recognize hurtful thoughts. This one is becoming more and more common with the rise of self-deprecating humor. But just saying something like that can have a negative impact on your self-esteem and mental health. It becomes a bad habit and one that’s hard to break. For the first step, take the time to notice when a thought is self-deprecating. Even just by recognizing these, it can help you start to turn them around.


Don’t let your feelings control you. I know it sounds a lot easier than it actually is. But this is a little trick that I was taught and it has helped me greatly. Picture your mind as a beautiful open green forest, with lots of light shining through. The greens are vibrant and the blooming flowers smell amazing. It’s tempting to picture your feelings as the weather here, which can drastically change the forest. Instead I want you to think of your feelings as birds. They flutter in, cause a bit of a stir, require some attention, and then they’re back out, flying on their way. When dealing with your feelings, positive or negative, treat them like birds. Give them some attention but don’t let them completely overtake you, like a flood can completely wipe out a forest. This way, your feelings can have less of a impact on you, mentally and it can be easier to move onto the next thing.

These tips may not seem like a big change at first, but over time they can have a great effect on your mental wellbeing. If they don’t particularly work for you, you can always look a little further for tips. One book that really helped me is “The Art of the Good Life: 52 Surprising Shortcuts to Happiness, Wealth, and Success,” by Rolf Dobelli. Hopefully, you can try out some of these tips and prepare to have a much more positive spring!



Cutting Off the Toxicity By: Lara Morales

One of the biggest insecurities I had before coming to college was whether or not I would be able to make friends. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I found people I vibed with. Friends are great- you’ll end up making memories with these people and they’ll be a part of some of the most amazing moments of your life. You’ll keep in touch with some of these people for years to come. However, there comes a point where sometimes you have to let go of people you once considered your closest friends. It’s hard to let go of people. Depending on how long you’ve known someone, you might feel like you’re obligated to continue on the friendship you have with them. If there isn’t a good reason to stay friends with someone, though, you shouldn’t. The now famous Marie Kondo quote, “Does this spark joy?” comes to mind. If you are currently putting energy into someone who does not give you the same type of support you give them, or someone who is constantly putting you down or belittling you, it might be time to cut them out. Whether or not you give an explanation is up to you. Every relationship is different. If this friend was more of a nuisance than “toxic”, you might feel like you owe them your reasoning. In that case, you might not even have to give them an explanation. By creating space between you and your friend, you can stop yourself from engaging with their annoying behavior and get your message across without any words. In the end, you have to do what is best for you. If you truly feel like your life would be better without a certain person, you should take initiative and remove them from your life. You aren’t being selfish; you’re doing what’s best for you. I think a common misconception is that once you aren’t friends with someone, you don’t care about them. I think that you can love people from afar, and that your mental health should be put first.

Where am I going? By: Meg Tohill No, this isn’t a response to the Dave Matthews Band song “Where Are You Going.” I’m talking about my imminent future that still remains ambiguous. Come May 18, my identity as a college journalism student ends and a new one is on the horizon. The only issue is, I don’t know who that new person is. Talking to peers has only gotten significantly more frustrating since we all returned from winter break; but for me it hasn’t been the idea of leaving New Paltz that is giving me pause. For almost three years I have created a life in this quirky little village. I’ve danced on tabletops at P&G’s, I’ve cried on the Rail Trail when nothing seemed to be going right, and I’ve tried time and time again to give China House a chance, ultimately to be disappointed and end up at Great Wall. I know every step, every nook and cranny, every rock and every view, but I guarantee you I’m ready to move on to the next part of my life. Despite this readiness to move on, there’s a lack of clarity that gives me a headache. I don’t know if I would like to attend grad school or pursue the first step in my career. When I go to websites like Indeed or LinkedIn, my eyes pass over entry-level positions and key into internships. I’m terrified to put myself in the ring so I’m much more comfortable applying to unpaid labor than I am to jobs. I’m not sure when we gain the confidence to start applying for positions. At what age do we say, “I am qualified”? I’m taking this summer to find some of that confidence we need to land on the right path, whether it’s grad school or a position at a company. To begin looking at whether we qualify or not, it’s important to pay attention to what we can offer other people, because despite what we might believe, we are fully equipped. This summer I plan on getting back all of the years that I spent worrying about being an adult. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be looking at jobs and positions, but I also understand that this is the first time since coming to New Paltz that everything isn’t lined up for me. I’m not expected to be at any which place with impending assignments. For the first time ever, I’m on my own and that’s something that you don’t learn how to do when in school.


I’ve learned how to do trigonometry and worry about politics. I’ve learned that the majority of history needs copious revision. I’ve learned that people aren’t forever, but the impact they create can seem like a lifetime. I don’t know how to do nothing. Obviously, I will not be completely dormant after college. There are learning opportunities that I intend to step into on my own because it will be the first time I’m taking the steering wheel of my life. I’m not sure how to finding a job after college or how to start saving for a house. I have no idea where my friends will be in a year, let alone in the future, but I can put my best foot forward and reach toward happiness and hope for the joy of others. I think that’s what SUNY New Paltz


has taught me: reach toward what you want, because ultimately you will end up somewhere good. Hope for the joy of others because you will always be in good company. In August 2016, I moved into Bliss Hall as a very timid and naïve young adult. When I walk across the stage in May and move my tassel, I’ll still be a naïve young adult, but at least this time around I’m confident that life will work itself out. Here’s to three years of dancing on tables, eating one too many breakfast specials and chasing sunsets on the ridge.






Blue Jay By Jeffrey Seitz A fury of blue shades cloak the top Of a dead telephone pole. She lowers her crowned head, searching For the lost conversation, waiting for Words that were supposed to come next. Language is locked in suspense. She diverts to the sky, her X-ray eyes flicker On a snowflake, a kite destined To hit ground, an orphan with a Million questions left to drown in the earth Only to be answered in one of four seasons.



By: Alanna Floreck


Anyone who watches horror movies may have seen an angry ghost moving furniture around or a zombie horde chasing a ragtag group of survivors. But, have any of you ever wondered how classic horror norms are actually metaphors for human behavior? For the past century, the horror genre has been answering that question. Today’s horror movies play on people’s deepest darkest fears and desires and bring them to life on the big screen; such as the fear of clowns and the desire to create mischief and destruction. The 2017 adaptation of Stephen King’s novel “It,” featured a new sinister Pennywise the Dancing Clown as it terrorized the group of seven children in Derry, Maine.

“Gremlins” (1984), is another example of a horror film that plays on our dark desires. In the movie, an adorable harmless creature named Gizmo spawns multiple mischievous monsters that terrorizes a small town. As a result, these small things unleash destruction and problems upon the townspeople. They take over a seedy bar, where the monsters within look like someone that would belong in that setting. The character of the leader, his wife and the poker dealer, and the drunkards slumped over the bar— horror/comedy utilizes people’s inner desires to break out and behave immorally.

“When Pennywise’s creepy hand starts to reach across the street. That is nightmare fuel,” said Ryan Turek, director of development at Blumhouse Productions, in a recent interview. “What director Andy Muschietti was able to do so well was maintain that nightmare fuel throughout the rest of the runtime.”

On the note of immoral behavior, vampires are one of the most recognizable monsters of the horror genre. Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel “Dracula” is a milestone in the horror world. There have been hundreds of adaptations from the original Count Dracula narrative. The first adaption of Stoker’s novel is from 1931, directed by Tod Browning and starring Bela Lugosi. One important part of the vampire mythology that Lugosi’s Dracula missed was fangs. In 1931, producers thought the use of fangs were too suggestive of penetration, so Dracula would be without his fangs until 1958. “Dracula,” directed by Terence Fisher and starring Christopher Lee, was important because it started the trend of women being unable to resist the charms of stoic vampire lords. In Fisher’s version, the women are initially frightened by the vampire lord but fall under his supernatural charm and undress themselves.

The character Beverly Marsh’s sexual abuse by her father, which is used against her by Pennywise shows how the horror genre illustrates that horrific, inconceivable things can happen in real life.

“Interview with a Vampire” is another milestone for vampire movies. Based off of Anne Rice’s novel “Interview with a Vampire,” the movie follows vampires Lestat (Tom Cruise) and Louis (Brad Pitt), a troubled New Orleans aristocrat.

The horrific child-eating clown taps into people's childhood fears of a birthday clown turning evil. The opening sequence of little Georgie Denbrough running in the rain after his paper boat is where audiences meet the new and disturbing Pennywise. This opening scene sets the tone for the whole movie.



The story portrays the centuries-long relationship between them. What’s fascinating about this movie is the suggestion of a happily married gay couple, years before it was really accepted by the general public. Lestat, Louis and the child-like vampire Claudia form a family headed by two fathers. Director Quentin Tarantino commented on the impact of the film: “Using it as a cultural link with homosexuality has been part of the vampire mystique for when you couldn’t deal with homosexuality. You could deal with it to some degree or another in vampire movies even going back as far as the 1930s.” In 1936, “Dracula’s Daughter” featured two women in a very intimate scene where seduction and lust are very prominent. The sequence is also one of the first documented lesbian love scenes in American cinema. “In modern depictions, vampires can be male on male and female on female, breaking sexual barriers that society still clings to,” said Larry Fessenden, director and founder of Glass Eye Pix a production company. Vampire movies show the taboo nature that embodies our society. Sex, blood and exchanging of bodily fluids has become almost a metaphor for the AIDS epidemic that swept through the 1980s. During this time, there was a huge spike in vampire films. Also in the 1980s, women were becoming more prominent in Hollywood. In vampire movies specifically, women were seen becoming more comfortable with their freedom to explore their sexuality. In the horror genre, zombies have become a huge aspect of modern pop culture. George A. Romero’s “Night of the Living Dead” starting the zombie apocalypse frenzy. What makes zombies so intriguing is that our guilt for causing


Pennywise drawing in his victim, Georgie! IT (2017) copyright: Warner Bros. Pictures

the end of times by either messing with sickness or virus causing an outbreak to nuclear war. Zombies have become a conduit for our mistreatment of the planet and its inhabitants. Zombie films can also be about real-life societal problems. “Zombie movies evoke political commentary about everything from shopping, to inequality, to internet culture, to disease outbreaks,” said Fessenden. Horror movies, despite having a reputation that their only purpose is to scare people and make blockbuster amounts of money,are much more complex than that. Horror dissects real-world problems, plays with them and then spits them out into movies that give insight into real tangible dilemmas. Such as human sexuality, fears of the end of times, diseases running rampant throughout the world or just plain old fashion childhood fears and desires. The horror genre has something that everyone can relate to.

“Zombie movies evoke political commentary about everything from shopping, to inequality, to internet culture, to disease outbreaks,”


Handmade jewelry from a local artist. Wear with positivity and good spirits! By Gianna Durante



By: Kaitlyn Franson

By: Alanna Floreck


Dazed By Susanna Granieri I struck a match. The flames soon encompassed My room while I stood eerily Still. I was dazed. The smell of the burning and The smoke in my lungs seemed Meaningless. I soon reflected. What have you done? You lit a match. The flames soon destroyed My mind while I suffered the Numbness. You were dazed. Unaware of what you’ve done, Soon my world fell down into Pieces. You just watched. What could I do?



Untitled By Annemarie Durkin They say you don’t know what you got till it’s gone. How cliché– How true. I didn’t know I wanted him ‘Til he wanted someone else She’s prettier, Smarter She makes him laugh I can’t be her They tell me not to measure self-worth By the ideals of men, But I can’t help it. Seeing them together Makes me wish I were better, Prettier, Smarter, Funnier– Her. Forced to move on, To forgive, To forget. I miss him But I miss the old me more– The me before him, The better version of me, Before male dependence, Before self-loathing, Self-deprecation. I am more than the opinion of one man. This is clear to me now.

By: Kaitlyn Franson

By: Michelle Nedboy and Alyssa Detwiler





By: Michelle Nedboy

Joanne By Shyana Fisher Body moving in that red jumpsuit You sure knew how to dance Blonde Bombshell Dancing in the pale glow of the bar signs

I wish that you knew me Your arms around my shoulders Drawing pictures on my back You should be here

The faint smell of cigarette smoke And floral perfume Lingered in the air As Patsy Cline crackled through the radio waves

Your mind blew away like a summer breeze.



By: Michelle Nedboy


The Subsect By Mathilda Bofinger This body More familiar than before Sits alone Sits unseated Sits foreign at my shore I know its shape and the space it will take its entrance into my own This body, with branches new and full Tiny buds, rage and full of gore Tender hands removed the muck And eventually succeed But find that only what was left was not me Not he But rather A subsect.



By: Michelle Nedboy



Word of Mouth By Taylor Dinardo My mom often tells me of the things my brother says about me when I’m not around. She tells me he thinks I’m brilliant and powerful. He says I have wonderful things inside of me and that I radiate like a nuclear power plant. He speaks of me like I am his favorite person. When he sits across the table from me, however, he says nothing. I return the silence to him, but I tell my mother that he is my best friend. He holds the world between his pointer finger and thumb, sends it spinning on its axis. He makes trees grow wherever he walks, leaving everyone breathing a little bit easier. I tell her that he is my favorite person. I hope that she tells him I say so.



By: Michelle Nedboy



By: Michelle Nedboy



By: Kaitlyn Franson



Rain By Alessia Bove When I was a young girl, I was told not to play in the rain Playing in the rain is dangerous, You could slip You could catch a cold Playing in the rain is messy, The ground becomes mud Your hair will smell like rain I would watch the rain hit my window Looking up at the sky, The large grey clouds dominated I could not see the sun’s light Sometimes thunder and lightning would accompany the rain Making me run into my parent’s bedroom in fear I yearned for protection from the outdoors Until one day, I was strolling through my neighborhood when it hit The grey clouds gathered above me, Covering the vibrant sun The rain started to pour, thunder boomed, and lightning lit up the sky Fear did not consume me, I did not run away Instead, I danced in the rain The water cleansed my body Leaving me drenched in ecstacy The large grey clouds went away Flowers began to grow Luminosity from the sun returned And a rainbow shot across the sky, But I wished the rain could have stayed forever.

The Well and the Wicked By: Mathilda Bofinger In a small distinct village, a well feeds its people. Villagers praise and safeguard the well; it brought them life and sustainability and kept illnesses at bay. Never once had a villager experienced the sting of a drought or the pang of widespread disease. The well’s water was blessed with good temperament and brought tranquility to those who frank from it’s deep springs. In nearby villages, well-drinkers of a different kind grew ill and green. Their skin akin to fire, it begged to be disposed of; while the whites of their eyes turned a bright green, distorting their vision. Among the affected clans, an inner turmoil grew. Instead of warring with competing villages, they fought internally, destroying their own homes. Dismantling bonds of friendship and love, all in the name of paranoia and their internal epidemic. The small village caught wind of these events and exalted their deep well. They boasted of it’s impenetrable walls and it’s deep caverns that warded off such plagues. Their well was their holy source of life, above such bacteria and nonsense. In three days time, their well was poisoned. This virus took flight in the night and had the demonic capability of thriving once all the lights went out. The infectious disease traveled at great speeds and dashed itself down, down, down, into the dark caverns of the villages sacred well. Three hours after sunrise, the village had fallen ill. People quarreled amongst their families, amongst their allies, amongst strangers. They projected, screamed and at times physically fought one another in search of superiority. No matter how long they fought, or how loud the argument was, none could find satisfaction or fulfillment. Their desire drove them mad, welling up inside them, taking stock in their insecurities. The only ones who failed to be affected were the babies who drank not from the well, but from their mothers breast. The plague was not spread person to person but only through the simplicity of water. It’s plainness appealed to the creative monster who found the water malleable and easily manipulated.


The abandoned infants, left in a heap, cried at their neglect. Their small, incapable bodies yelped for attention, for nurturing and for the quiet peace of a mother’s embrace. Their mothers and fathers, distracted by their war, grew forgetful of their children and began to think only of themselves. The wee ones’ crying fell upon deaf ears and blended into the background, becoming as unrecognizable as white noise.

One day, amidst the pillaging, the crying ceased all at once, and the warring people stopped in their tracks. A noise that had come to line their third sense was stripped away, leaving an empty and discernable space. The halt of innocent cries signaled an end. The silence that grew thereafter was deafening, and the negligent villagers realized the extent of their selfishness. The fragility of a pure soul lay lifeless in their hands. Their meaningless destruction was apparent to them now. The fault of man: selfishness, cowardice, neglect and greed. All these and more welled up inside them and lay putrid and sour. It sat at the bottom of their stomachs and made it ache and contort into knots. The monster took pleasure in the now green-eyed people’s destruction. He could feel the disgust that they felt for themselves, how they had grown to covet each other’s gift and sought no resolution for their own. He relished in their sins and their faults and from it, grew in both size and power. Having felt his job done and his conscious complete, the wicked beast slithered up the walls of the well and left. The people, too blind to see the beast for who he really was, lamented at their destruction and let their fires of their ill will burn themselves out. Clinging to each other, which was all they had left, they gathered near their water source, not yet realizing its source of destruction, but realizing, rather, its source of construction.


By: Mathilda Bofinger



Do You? By: Alyssa Detwiler

She stared, open-mouthed, as the words spilled out of his mouth. Literally. Fully formed words, not really solid but certainly visible, floating out in different colors before falling gently and vanishing into the ground. Her dad noticed her wide eyes and stopped his rant. “What’s the matter?” She shook her head, figuring she was hallucinating, that the words would vanish if she tuned them out and shut her eyes. But they didn’t. Her father kept scolding her, his words coming out a dull red. And when they ate dinner that night, a noble but ultimately failed attempt on her mom’s part, she saw the words “disgusting,” “vile,” and “nasty” slip from her father’s mouth as he commented on the meal. And when her parents spoke to each other, she heard them chat idly but saw the words spin stories of how tired they were, how lonely and far apart they felt. At school, her friends talked about their weekends and classes. She saw words tinged black that they thought she was getting fat, that she should put more effort to at least pretend she cared about how she looked. Gray words lamenting about how stressed and tired they were. Green words spelling out their insecurities; that they weren’t pretty or that couldn’t afford things or they wouldn’t make it through school. Arguments were tinted red. She saw flirting in pink. Neutral statements in blue and it filled the classrooms as her teachers lectured. The words piled up in public places. She swatted at them and confirmed they weren’t solid. They stacked upon each other and slowly pushed down into the floor, finally disappearing. In public, everyone asked if she was okay as she stared into what seemed to be nothing, their concerns spilling out in orange. She felt like she was going insane. It wasn’t just that she was seeing the words, but that she knew what everyone truly meant. What everyone truly thought of her. She just wanted it to stop.



Spark By Diana Testa It starts with a simple spark in your hand, Flickering unsure without a command. You feed it curiosity for what could be, And watch it burst into flames for all to see. Passion burns wildly as flames dance in the heart, But soon enough the flame and you will part. It fizzles away slowly until the light is dim, And it all becomes clear as the cloudy smoke thins. Ash marks the spark’s final goodbye, And you watch the smoke trail up to the sky.

The Crystalline Train By Jade Mogavero At dusk, I went aboard the crystalline train Carts filled with stragglers— Impatient and brusque. Chatter would rise within the air, Then often waned. Carts filled with stragglers that held no possessions, Their skulls white and frail, Coated with strips of dry skin— They peeled off and pieced together their masks many moons before, I pondered if they detect mine growing thin. The bewitching hour was the commencement of our feast Clouds of white mice were where we began dwelling, Escorted with rocks and grain—silky and pure, As we sunk in our teeth. Brewing beasts in the shells of the souls we were selling. We swore we were immortal, Felt our souls gravitate to a parallel dimension— Left earth and slipped into the portal, Endlessly floating through our spiritual extension, Lost track of time, Lost track of motion. We opened our souls to ghosts and devotions Fell for the devil’s notions Slit gills in our throats— Swam across oceans Toasted the potions, We believed we would fly,



But we drowned in the opus. We kept our truths close And our fallacies closest As we captured the moments We had no idea what we had done Once all the siren’s songs were sung We scraped the resin from our lungs And smoked for detrimental fun I had no idea what I had done Once all the siren’s songs were sung I scraped the resin from my lungs And smoked. I swam through a sea of ashes— Lost all my passions Every mouse that didn’t kill me Made me wish it had. As the moon began to fade, Our worries began to hasten. We did not dare disturb the shield of night; Transfixed for the sun to waken— For we wish the moon had glistened for a bit longer. As the train came to its final stop, The stragglers decided to remain. Strung with madness and a hungry appetite, They needed one more moon phase; More mice, More rocks, More grain. At dawn, I decided to walk back home.



The Sweet End of Summer By Michelle Nedboy

It was a week before school and Maureen had two of the most obnoxious books to read for English. They were big, they were boring, and they were her mother’s. “Why do I have to read these?” She balanced one on each hand, pretending to be a waitress; but the weight of each book bent her wrists backwards, and she let them slide off. They hit the ground and hiccupped dust. “They’re like, from the forties. And I can pick my own.” Ms. Goldman was leaning on the arm of their couch, watching as the books fell; her face kept still. She wore a bathrobe, and her hair was wrapped up in an orange towel. “Because reading Harry Potter for the tenth time doesn’t count. Come on, Maureen, enough is enough. You’re going into the twelfth grade. It was funny when you were a freshman but now your father and I are wondering if we should get you tested.” “Tested for what?” she watched as her mother pushed herself off the couch. Her wet robe left a dark crescent on the fabric, a tattoo. “For stupid.” She wanted to be mad, but she couldn’t. Her mom and her were always pulling each other’s leg, as some kind of ongoing joke. It was Maureen’s turn to get back at her. She cracked her knuckles (her mom hated that) and walked towards the vestibule. She stepped inside and started going through the closet. “Well I’m going...” she dug around, “ the...” she swatted at the big leather coats that her dad hadn’t worn since winter. They swung back and forth like pendulums. “...Park.” Maureen was captain of the girls’ basketball team at school. In her hand was her brown basketball, worn down to a hot dog red. “Maureen…” her mom protested. But she was already out the door, dribbling down the driveway. The clouds hung low and the air felt clammy. By the time she had reached the park, Maureen was sweating. She pulled her brown, frizzy hair into a ponytail and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the tail of her shirt. “Goldman!” She let go of her shirt and looked up. “Schuyler!” Maureen ran up to the park fence. Connie Schuyler was Maureen’s best friend and strongest teammate at school. She was wearing a tie-dyed tank top and frayed denim shorts, sucking on



a lollipop, her arm resting on the fence like a truck driver would in traffic. She had a golden tan, and she was covered in freckles; she was always covered in freckles. “Why are you running? I’m not going anywhere,” she said coolly. Connie worked at the park during the summer, though nobody came because it was so old and broken. It hadn’t always been that way; when the place was sparkling and new, the owner’s son had suffered an asthma attack. His inhaler was misplaced, and Connie was the only one who knew CPR (or the only one who was willing to do it). She saved his life, and the ashamed owner insisted on “owing” her. He was a gibbering, sweaty idiot, his black-rimmed glasses covered in his own sweat drops. He would’ve given her his left foot if she had asked. But all she said was, “I need a job.” And she got a job. She worked at the park Monday through Saturday, forever. She watched as it wilted away, watched as everyone left. It was built in a square lot and the metal fence snaked clumsily around it. In the bottom right of the lot, where they were standing, was a small hut with a slanted roof. It had a bathroom, sports equipment and board games, although the bathroom had stopped working a few years ago, and the sports equipment was rotting. The heat from the summer sun had deflated the basketballs and soccer balls, stretching them into weird, splattered shapes, and throughout the winter they were frozen solid. Now they just lay there, warped and useless. If you walked along the fence towards the upper right corner of the park; you’d run into a few skate ramps. They wouldn’t be so bad if they hadn’t been wrecked. The bottom metal lip on the smaller ramp curled up into a nasty snarl, and if someone were to skate on it, they’d fall and cut their face open. The second ramp looked alright; it was bigger, and its lip didn’t jut up off from the ground. But the wood was crumbling away, and if a punk tried to skate on it, it would fall out from under them. The rest of the park was made up of weeds; dandelions bobbed in the breeze and the dead grass crunched underneath their feet. It was a depressing junkyard. But there was one good thing about the park: it had a basketball court. The net was gone and the backboard was growing a wasp nest, but it was still functional and that was enough for them. They had the park all to themselves and they would play one-on-one for hours, to the point where they knew what the other one was going to do. Connie went for lay-ups, Maureen was a mean dribbler. “I didn’t think it’d be this hot,” Maureen said as she pinched her shirt and ruffled it back and forth, fanning herself off. “Mm,” Connie pulled out her lollipop to talk. “Not hot. Humid.” “Either way it feels like I’m dying.” “Don’t be so dramatic,” she bit off the remainder of the stick and flicked it, signaling for Maureen to pass the ball. It skimmed over the fence and was caught in Connie’s ruddy hands with a satisfying fwump. “Did you read your books for English?” Maureen asked as she hopped the fence, not bothering with the gate that had been rusted shut.



“Yeah.” Connie was smart, too. She was everything. “Why? Did youuuu,” she teased. Maureen didn’t do shit. “What’d you read?” “The Great Gatsby and Lord of the Flies.” She pulled her hair up into a ponytail; her hair was long and soft, like honey. They made their way over to the court. “Are they any good? Could you lend them to me?” Maureen caught Connie’s pass and dribbled absentmindedly. She saw Connie shake her head. “I borrowed them from Jazz. Gave them back ‘bout a month ago.” Jazz, Jazzy, Jasmine, whatever people wanted to call her, was on their team. Maureen sighed. Jazz would never lend her anything, because she thought of Maureen as “irresponsible.” So that part of her plan was ruined. “Tell me everything about them.” They played and as they played Connie racked her brains for details about both books. Their converse squelched against the asphalt, the rubber soles threatening to peel right off. Their hair and clothes were dampened with sweat, and the heat was making them exhausted, their heavy breaths dampening their chapped lips. Their exhaustion reminded Connie of the owner’s son. Lucky for them, as the sun went down the air got cooler, and they got their spunk back. Their eyes adjusted to the dark, and they could see each other clearly. Maureen saw how the color in Connie’s shirt was coming back, and how the whites of her eyes juggled in the dark. To a passerby they looked like blobs, darting around the blackened court, their shoes slapping loudly on the pavement. In between each slap they’d hear Connie’s messy depictions of The Great Gatsby and Lord of The Flies. She had read them over a month ago, so who could blame her? They never held back from the other. It was ten when Maureen was walking herself home, the yellow street lights pulsing over her head. She held her basketball in one arm and smacked her legs, for mosquitoes, with the other. The trees overhead were being jostled in the wind, their blue-green leaves clapping against one another. They sounded like rain. She saw a kid, maybe in their late twenties, walking an old, yellow Labrador, who had stiffened legs and a dopey smile. She felt herself smiling, because it was the sweet end of summer. She came home, tossed her ball into the closest, made her way over to the kitchen to eat a handful of cornflakes, and made a mental note to start Harry Potter for the tenth time tomorrow.



The Life of the Pen By Susanna Granieri

The world grew darker as the pen continued to write. Letter after letter; word after word. The seemingly blank pages became no more than scribbled messes. Incoherent thoughts flood the pages frantically, and the pen attempts to reorder the story at hand, but pieces are missing. Pivotal pieces– gone. The pen searches for answers and for the remaining thoughts to finish the puzzle. But, this story cannot be completed, as the answers are elsewhere. In this story, the pen is me, and the answers to fill in my blank lines and missing pieces are held by others. I would love to ask what I should do, or how I should handle this situation, but I am banished from this knowledge. The existence of drought, of hate, of torture. What does it gain? Power? How can someone elses hardship fuel the fire of life? The secrets and the lies to hurt another– an ungodly characteristic. Life, your heavy hand almost grabbed me again, but this time, I am smarter. This time, you forgot the power of my mind. The power of investigation and loyalty trumps any goal you might have wished to achieve. I am smarter than you, and I am better than anything you will ever become. Because life, you are just a teenage girl, and I am a woman of better standards and intelligence for the games you play. Life, re-evaluate your level of institution over me, whilst understanding how unimportant and meaningless you are with your twists and turns. I chose my own path, and I’ve won.







By: Morgan Hughes

By: Annemarie Durkin





My Favorite Songs By: Michelle Nedboy

Fallen (2003) “Going Under” “Everybody’s Fool” “My Immortal (Band Version)” “My Last Breath” “Whisper” Anywhere But Home (2004) “Thoughtless” “Breathe No More” “Missing” The Open Door (2006) “Sweet Sacrifice” “Weight of the World” “Snow White Queen” “Like You” “Lithium” Evanescence (2011) “The Change” “What You Want” “My Heart Is Broken” “Lost in Paradise” “Never Go Back” “Erase This” “Disappear” Demos (Pre-Fallen) “Anywhere” “Anything For You” “Where Will You Go” “Before The Dawn” “Away From Me” “Even in Death” “Surrender” “October” “Music is therapy for me. It’s my outlet for every negative thing I’ve ever been through. It lets me turn something bad into something beautiful.” -Amy Lee



By: Alanna Floreck

A select few songs from a select few artists that can make for a peaceful session of meditation, yoga, walking, staring at the pond or anything that will induce relaxation and allow your mind to organically wander and find some clarity.

Alan Chadwick’s Garden - Babe Rainbow New Attitude - Babe Rainbow Planet Junior - Babe Rainbow July - Youth Lagoon Booby - Youth Lagoon Montana - Youth Lagoon Waiting for you - (Sandy) Alex G Skipper - (Sandy) Alex G Alina - (Sandy) Alex G Wood - Rostam Sunset Canyon - Foxwarren Fall Into a Dream - Foxwarren The Real World - Drugdealer Mermaid - Spencer Radcliffe Peter Pan - Jackson MacIntosh




Horoscopes By: Claire Hazard & Emma Gibbons

Taurus (April 20 - May 20) Happy birthday Taurus! Don’t just celebrate one day, celebrate the whole month! This month is looking promising for you, as long as you stay aware. New people and circumstances are entering your life, which are creating relationships you never thought you could have; not just intimate relationships, but with friends, family and the world. Traveling may be a good thing for you this month and would definitely help with your awareness of the world.

Gemini (May 21 - June 20)

Cancer (June 21 - July 22)

Money is on your mind this month. In the past you knew exactly what you wanted to do with your money as soon as you got it, but this month, why not change things up? Be spontaneous with your spendings and don’t think about things too much. Have fun, but stay responsible and don’t overspend, of course.

You may feel that you are a prisoner of your own life right now. This could be a result of all of the burdens you have been carrying within the past few months. You have a hard time letting things go, especially when they mean a lot to you. You should take this time to reflect on all that you have learned this month and use this newfound knowledge to grow and finally


Leo (July 23 - Aug. 22) Friendship is important this month. Reconnect with old friends and be open to making new ones. Don’t be picky or judgemental, but be open and let them come to you! You may meet some great people that you would’ve never talked to in the first place. Similarly, partake in some group projects rather than opting for individual ones. You may surprise yourself with the leadership qualities you have.


Virgo (Aug. 23 - Sept. 22)

Libra (Sept. 23 - Oct. 22)

Scorpio (Oct. 23 - Nov. 22)

This is the time to take a step back and reevaluate your perspective on certain situations. You may at times struggle to look at the broad picture of situations, so take this time to see other people’s viewpoints. You may also be seeking deeper interactions with individuals. This is also the perfect month to have philosophical conversations with others and to really expand your mind.

This month may feel a little different than others. You will find yourself questioning every little thing you and those around you are doing. But stop second guessing yourself and just go for it! You might even realize that you like some spontaneity in your life. By the end of the month, you will start understanding that imagination and adaptability are key.

Everyone acts differently when they know they’re being watched it’s just human nature. But why not go against the norm and just have fun, despite what people think? This month you’ll find that you have a new type of energy that makes you want to play and seek others who want the same. This may be romantic or platonic, but either way, this youthful energy will be a great experience for you.

Sagittarius (Nov. 23 - Dec. 21)

Capricorn (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19)

This is a great month to network. This should be your main focus this month because it will set you up for big opportunities that are approaching. You are known for diving into situations at full force, but take this time to slow down and truly prepare yourself for what is coming.

You may be looking for a guide this month. Whether it be a real guide or one in your mind, you will find someone to lead you in the right direction. The similarities you and your guide have will allow you to trust them, but the differences you have will allow you to grow. This mutual respect will form a friendship that you have been

Pisces (Feb. 19 - Mar. 19)

Aries (Mar. 20 - April 19)

At times you may struggle with being grateful for what you have in the moment. You are always seeking more and more. Take this month to be thankful for what you already have. You are at a good place this month and should appreciate what is right there in front of you instead of yearning for something that has not yet presented itself.

This month you may feel that you do not have any time for yourself. You may have family responsibilities to attend to, friends that need you, and you may feel that your job is demanding much more from you. You sometimes have a hard time putting others above yourself but this is the time to help out those closest to you.


Aquarius (Jan. 20 - Feb. 18) You may not feel like yourself this month. You may feel that life is taking you in all different places and that you are being tugged from a hundred different angles. Life may feel like a puzzle that is impossible to solve. This is an uncertain ground for you because you normally feel in control of your life. Don’t worry though, this will pass and you will discover the answers to the questions you have been struggling with.