The Daily Star —
The Daily Star —
Our insignificance is crippling.
School has finally dwindled to a close, and I can feel myself settling into a state of unperturbed relaxation, everything once again becoming slow and lethargic, the days going by with an air of hazy wistfulness.
In case some of you haven't noticed, I'm not a huge animal person. Sorry to all of you animal-lovers, but you most likely won't ever see me at any secret meetings you may hold.
I'm a junior in high school; well, an outbound junior.
A connotation is the tone and underlying suggestion attached to a word. A connotation can help or hurt an idea.
I don't really believe in the idea of "guilty pleasures." I don't think anyone should be ashamed of the things they enjoy, but rather adore them fully and wholeheartedly.
I know that my last column was about Denmark so it would make absolutely no sense to write another one about that trip.
Tragedy can strike like lightning, with effects lasting twice as long.
There is an intense desire for post-apocalyptic teen and young adult books.
As the buds emerge on the spindly branches of the trees in my backyard and the snow melts to reveal a thick layer of moldy leaves, Iâ€™m realizing that it is that time of year again: spring.
As I'm writing this, I am sitting in Denmark.
"To sit home, read one's favorite paper, and scoff at the misdeeds of the men who do things is easy, but it is markedly ineffective. It is what evil men count upon the good men's doing."
Our obsession with age dulls as we get older, but it never goes away completely.
When I was younger, I remember idolizing teenage girls in every way possible.
I'm not sure most of you know this, but I'm supposed to be writing about teen issues.
Take a moment, young teenager, and scroll down your Facebook page, and keep a tally of how many positive posts you see compared to the number of negative ones.
Most science classes begin the same way. The teacher explains why his class is fabulous. He mentions labs and the Regents and any notion of joy or discovery vanishes.
"Hadestown" started as a folk opera created by Anaïs Mitchell that was performed live in Barre, Vt., and later all across New England.
Change can be a scary thing. Not knowing where you'll be, what you'll be doing, or what delicious restaurants will be nearby is a very scary thing.