The clock is a circle The clock is a square The clock can be found anywhere   Up and down Left and right The hand will spin so hang on tight   Day and night it never ends The...

After a grueling eight hours of schoolwork and learning, students should be able to go home and relax, right? Wrong. Instead, they have to spend what should be free time doing homework. On average, high...

On a dreary afternoon in New York City in mid-April 2016, a man’s eyes opened for the first time in 76 years. The light of the hospital room was, while dim to others, nearly blinding to a man who had...

School scheduling has always been a topic of debate, mainly because there is no perfect way of managing a student’s time. North Forsyth High School, if you weren’t already aware, runs off of a mix...

The school calendar this year releases students on a Tuesday for the holidays. This is different from previous years as it is usually a Friday. Have you seen the midterm schedule and thought about it?...

The GI Generation, The Mature Silents, the Baby Boomers and Generations X, Y, and Z. The 21st century is filled with six living generations, but the differences between these generations, these people,...

Time goes by, bringing some, and leaving far too many. Life creates to watch its creation flourish. Life is the novelist, and Time is the passionless publishing company, telling Life that what it has made...

High school students are placed under a ridiculous amount of stress. They are expected to go to school for seven hours, do two hours of homework, and have many forms of extracurricular activities. This...

“This darkness is beautiful, in an odd way.  Is it not?” came a voice. “Father, it is not darkness; it is the very fabric of absence.  Not even darkness lies out there,” came another. “Hrmph. ...

There is a beginning and an end to everything; the creation and the destruction. This principle applies to everything: except time. Anyone can form an idea, and that is how time began. Someone thought...

I sit, my wrinkled hand clutching the handle of my white rocking chair. How did time pass by so fast? Memories flood into my mind so quickly that they are only glimpses. I heard about these things...