I have struggled with healthy eating in the past. I would eat too much and then go for longer periods of eating too little. My tumultuous relationship with food has improved as I’ve grown, but at times...
I live a life that is consistently inconsistent. I do what I need to do to get school work done, make money, keep up a social life. I do what I need to do to survive.
That’s how I have approached...
Recently, I have been trying to think of more “pros” that come with college. The one that sticks out to me the most is the prospect of meeting new people. The thought of being exposed to thousands...
No matter how cliche it may be, the expression “there is no place like home for the holidays,” holds more weight this winter. It is starting to sink in that this will be my last Christmas living at...
Growing up I developed this system: get your work done, then you can go play with friends. As beneficial as it may seem, this system has taken a bit of a negative turn as of late. It has morphed into prioritizing...
During one of my past entries, I discussed the importance of mealtime. Well surprise, surprise, cooking also holds a great deal of significance in my life.
Growing up my grandma would always have...
Writing has been a lifelong passion, which is why it is difficult to admit that I don’t enjoy it as much as I used to. With three years of writing for our school newspaper under my belt, I have become...
Meals have always been about connection. I eat with my family. I eat with my friends. I eat with strangers, who I hope will become friends or family. Basically, mealtime holds a great deal of importance...
There are many indescribable things that we encounter in a lifetime. The arts, as a whole, is definitely one of them. We are able to communicate so much in so many different ways. It brings me joy knowing...
Probably one of the most ironic lessons I will be covering, as this section will be posted a few days late. But that is neither here nor there.
If I was Rocky, procrastination would be my Apollo Creed....
Grace Logan, Co-Editor-in-Chief
• December 17, 2022
I am 17 years old and I am terminally nostalgic; I am always thinking of my younger self. Maybe it’s memories of jumping through sprinklers, shouting and laughing on a hot summer day, or sledding down...
I’ll be the first to admit that I was never an extrovert. If given the choice of staying inside all day or hanging out with people, I’d choose staying inside.
Going into high school, I expected it...