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.
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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.
My camera roll is a time capsule that launches my brain back to a specific space.
This photo was taken on a Tuesday morning before a long day of classes. Tuesday is by far my busiest day of the week, yet I conjure up the funkiest outfit possible in the small window of time I have before inevitably running late to my 11 am class.