The morning of November 6 was gloomy, the usual lively music and happy greetings evidently absent. No casual banter between middle school students filled the air. Instead, as students trickled into...
“Rubes! Let’s watch a movie!” my dad calls out. It’s a familiar summon that echoes in my home as my dad pulls me from friends, phone calls, and homework. Focused, I call back, “Dad, I have homework.”...
Mr. Cross’ closet and creepy puppet
When your friends are laughing about a joke that you don’t understand
Forgetting your computer, a test, your uniform or free dress,...
The score is 7–6, Mayfield. We’re in overtime. The trophy is just inches away from the Tigers’ grasp, with a green championship banner ready to be ordered along with it. The Tigers can either...
On May 6th, the middle school gathered for its usual morning meeting when Ms. Farrell Heydorff, the Lower and Middle School Dean of Student Activities, announced that students needed to redo part of...
I strode into Westridge’s dimly lit Hoffman gymnasium which had been transformed into a dance floor, and stumbled over an unseen obstacle. Disoriented by blinding, bright lights which randomly...
The clock struck 2:00, and middle schoolers dashed to claim their favorite seat in the H Block study hall. Scattered around Room X, sprawled on the couch, perched at the tall tables, and cross-legged...
I take a mostly-nervous-but-a-bit-excited deep breath and click the submit button to secure a spot for an audition in And Then She Picks Up The Sword, this year’s middle school play. Reading through...
A few months ago at the 7th grade dance, I noticed a group of boys huddled around the pull-up bar, showing off and competing with each other to see who could do the most pull-ups. Most of them gave up...
On Monday, January 8, 8th grade students met in the Mudd Pit for a deep dive into the criminal justice system with guest speaker and criminal justice lawyer Mr. Mark Mermelstein.
8th Grade History Teacher...
On a hectic Wednesday morning, I made my way across Herrick Quad and towards the crowded library where the celebration of life for Anna Bondoc, my sixth-grade English teacher, would be taking place. I...
