These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes; I’m sick of sitting around...

After being in journalism for two years, I feel like I should go back in time so I could join freshman year and have two more; that’s how amazing this class has been. This year, I opened up so much more,...

720 days.    720 days of school finally finished, albeit with some mild skipping. The time of ringing bells and hallway transitions is coming to a close, and my youth will find itself on new...

I knew senior year would go by quickly, but I never imagined how true that would be. Journalism has been a big part of my life throughout high school. I’ve made some of my best friends in this class,...

The final page turns, The ink disappears in memory, A soft exhale hangs in the air, Like a sigh after the storm has passed. The burden of what was Lies lightly now, Not lost, But no...

Wow. How are these four years already coming to an end? It feels almost like I was just a nervous eighth grader coming out of covid into freshman year. Lost, confused and overwhelmed in a large school....

As we say goodbye to our seniors, some of whom have been with us for a while, we feel sad to see them go. But we are also happy for them as they move on to new opportunities. We have given them a chance...

As we say goodbye to our seniors, some of whom have been with us for a while, we feel sad to see them go. But we are also happy for them as they move on to new opportunities. We have given them a chance...

Senior year went by so fast. Of course, that’s what everyone says, but there’s truth to the saying nonetheless. April 29 marked our last day of high school before AP exam week and senior finals on...

So, this is it. The final countdown to graduation has finally begun, and many of the seniors are awaiting the day, in which we can walk across the stage in our cap and gown, shake hands with the administrators...

Students file in tiredly after a week of late nights, traveling and adventure. They greet one another with “How was your break?”-wishing it was still ongoing. Dragging feet take them to class as they...

It was a dark and stormy night—thunder roared and lightning flashed. We knew we had to ask Mrs. Rose the questions…but could we do it? Yes, but after the sacrifice of Austin’s right leg and my...