Music Thief In the middle of a sweltering July afternoon, when the stifling air had wrapped into rippling waves of heat, I became a thief of sorts- a thief of music. For the first time, I had created an original piano arrangement of one of my favorite songs. Not once [...]
By LUCY SLAVIN CASA GRANDE HIGH SCHOOL Recently, my mom told me of a conversation she had with a friend who told her how concerned she was about allowing her 9-year-olds see the film “The Hunger Games.” She explained to my mom that she was upset that the [...]
A friend once tried to explain to me that this was a bittersweet time, that he was excited but that it was unexpected and an overwhelming period of sadness too. As a sophomore, I just couldn’t seem to wrap my head around this.
I stared out at the endless sea of students stretching before me, terrified of becoming lost in the masses. I desperately searched for a familiar face, but saw none. I was completely alone in a crowd of
Gay, fag, queer, homo. In the 17 years I have spent on this earth, the 12 years I have spent in school and the four years on this campus I have heard these words used carelessly and cruelly.
I hate numbers. I absolutely despise figures and statistics and averages. I loathe composites and scores and ratios. I cannot stand them in the least.
When I was in the fourth grade, I would rush home from school every afternoon and prop myself on the couch, tuning in to ABC Family for yet another episode of my favorite TV show, Gilmore Girls. I would watch as Rory, the main character
28,390. That’s the number of the nearly 30,000 children from the corrupt, east African countries of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the Central African Republic, Uganda, and South Sudan tha
As the United States is only just beginning to pull away from its military exploits, many politicians, particularly Republicans running in the primaries, are calling for military action in Iran
I hate bad endings. To anything. And by a bad ending I mean any ending that is sad, or heartbreaking, or depressing, or makes you cry tears, not of joy, but of despair and agony.