Ella Powell
(she/her/hers)
Ella is a fourth year double majoring in English and Media Studies with a focus on policy and ethics. She is interested in studying the relationship between mass media and politics and wishes to find restorative solutions for the way information is currently presented to the public through the media. She intends to study either law or journalism following undergrad. In her free time, Ella writes as a columnist for the Cavalier Daily Life section, enjoys making her own jewelry, going to concerts, and thrift shopping with friends.
Each item has a backstory whether it was a hand selected gift from a friend, a one of a kind thrift find, or an item that’s been in my family for decades.
Last minute Halloween costume ideas call for last minute solutions. Instead of turning to ultra fast fashion companies like Spirit Halloween, try using clothes already living in your closet.
"Poptimism" through the lens of 3 authentic pop queens—Charli XCX, Chappell Roan, and Sabrina Carpenter.
Chanel is a mother, activist, feminist, author, mentor, and Black woman who is interested in the gray areas of our society. She unabashedly brings her personal experiences to a conversation that may challenge convention and inspire students to keep fighting for what they believe is right.
We sit across from each other, hands wrapped around our warm lavender mochas—almost mirror images of each other.
I freeze in place and then thaw. Thoughts trickle along in a spiral of longing aspiration.
As writers, we cannot leave little details like this alone. We are the instigators of the world, attributing meaning to everything. Rightfully so, because this is how we get to the heart of issues that matter. Cheyenne uncovers the lingering truth to a mysterious break up that leaves you wondering…what happened there?
I walk down Colonial Ave. on my way to my favorite coffee shop, Cafe Stella. They’re open from 6:30 a.m. — 10 p.m. every weekday, so I’m shocked to see that they’re closed at 11am on a Wednesday.
The crazy combination of emojis I’ve saved beside your name in my phone pops up, and I instantly smile. It’s a Facetime call, and when I answer, your face lights up my entire screen.
There was a beautiful girl who lived mostly in her head. She wasn’t beautiful for any notable extrinsic features. She looked quite normal, but radiated a natural essence of charm. Her name was Ruby.
I am instantly hit by an unforgiving wave of humidity and booming trap music. There are tons of people around me dancing, drinking and making out, but they all seem adrift.