May 28, 2009
My junior year English classroom pulsated with energy, fueled by intellectual curiosity and heated discussions that cracked open my adolescent shell.
May 28, 2009
Let me introduce you to my little brother, Jake: Jake started 7th grade this year, he’s half my height, wears glasses, plays the guitar and can solve a Rubics cube faster than anyone I know.
May 28, 2009
We’re running a story this issue titled "Coping with grief" about the ways in which teenagers deal with the death of a parent.
May 28, 2009
Six years. 72 months. 26,280 days. 630,720 hours. 37,843,200 minutes. 2,270,592,000 seconds.
May 28, 2009
"It was the best of times and it was the worst of times."
May 28, 2009
About 30 feet past Carlthorp School in Santa Monica, if you’re driving east on San Vicente, the left lane "ends ahead."
May 28, 2009
It could be said that my high school career has been marred by regret.
May 27, 2009
When I was 11, I read a book and my life changed forever. I feel like few people can pin point a turning point in their life as specifically as I can. I know for a fact that when I opened the purple bound cover of my first Harry Potter book, my life took a turn.
May 27, 2009
My junior year English classroom pulsated with energy, fueled by intellectual curiosity and heated discussions that cracked open my adolescent shell. There I explored and understood how words are nothing but thwarted vessels of communication. “Love,” says Addie in “As I Lay Dying” is “just a shape to fill a lack.”
May 27, 2009
I like to write, but I wouldn’t consider myself a particularly good writer. I don’t necessarily feel this way because I’m not actually a good writer (I would never be so presumptuous, or obnoxious, as to assert that I am).
May 27, 2009
I hate it when people say Harvard-Westlake has no community.
May 27, 2009
Six years. 72 months. 26,280 days. 630,720 hours. 37,843,200 minutes. 2,270,592,000 seconds. (I thank my TI-84 Plus for those numbers because even after all of these years at Harvard-Westlake, I probably could not do that in my head.) This is how long I’ve been a Harvard-Westlake Wolverine.
May 27, 2009
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t."
May 27, 2009
I remember my first day of seventh grade – it started out in Kate Benton’s office.
May 27, 2009
There is an infectious disease infiltrating the minds and spirits of Harvard-Westlake’s class of 2010. The symptoms are pretty clear: a nonexistent work ethic, a “whatever” attitude, increasingly creative forms of procrastination and an inability to think properly. Yes, I’ve been infected with Junioritis, or early onset Senioritis, and it is making its way through the rest of the junior class.
May 27, 2009
In the nine months since the start of junior year, I have filled out exactly 4,138 multiple choice bubbles. I counted.
May 27, 2009
At the last junior class meeting of the year, while
stuffing our faces with doughnuts brought by my
dean, all the kids in my dean group stared up at
the projected image of the Common Application
— a maroon tinted questionnaire that if filled with the
right answers, letters and scores would ultimately grant us
acceptance to the colleges of our dreams.
May 27, 2009
It’s hard to imagine the way a true high school rivalry should be exhibited.
May 27, 2009
William Godwin, a 19th century political journalist once said, "The philosophy of the wisest man that ever existed is mainly derived from the act of introspection."
May 27, 2009
Harvard-Westlake’s unique division of middle and high school into two
vaguely connected three-year chunks is accompanied by many advantages,
but sometimes it feels like students on the opposite campus might as well
attend an entirely different school.
May 27, 2009
It is indisputable that Harvard-Westlake has established itself as a highlyregarded
high school, and now that we have earned credibility in the academic
world, notably among college admissions officers, it is time to broaden our
intellectual horizons by taking academic risks.