When I started to learn Spanish, it wasn't by choice. I was in the third grade at a school in Colorado and once a week, my class and I would all march down to the Spanish room to endure an hour of learning...
Gabe LaBounty, Featured Columnist
• January 28, 2014
These days, Americans go online more and more. It is an excellent tool to communicate with friends, stay current with world events and shop for books and watch movies. People can even use it as a forum...
"A girl doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her.”
Marilyn Monroe summed it up right. With all the changes taking place in and out of school, college and jobs, it is hard to stay best friends with...
The 71st annual Golden Globes took place this year on Sunday, Jan. 12. As usual, they were filled with designer gowns, talented stars and a total lack of equal representation in the nominations. Racial...
It never occurred to me. How ordinary her feelings were. How ordinary her appearance was. How ordinary her life was. Yet, she was nowhere near "ordinary." She was a real hero.
When my 9-year-old cousin...
It is that time you first hear jingle bells. Or maybe it is the first freeze. Or even, Christmas day. No matter what, Christmas starts for different people at different times. Somewhere in between Thanksgiving...
The time has come again for every store to move their workout equipment to the front for all those who are suddenly devoted to getting in shape. For diet programs to shell out cash to have an ad on every...
I see them every day at my lunch table with endless worksheets, ambiguous concepts and intricate calculations. Calculus BC students often have the same expressions on their faces – the struggle is...
The wait was long as usual. I sat in a freezing room filled with children of all ages and sizes, sneezing and coughing everywhere. The walls were painted a disgusting green. It was my least favorite place.
My...
Middle school – that horrible time that horrible place and those horrible classes. In fifth grade we had to pick band, choir or orchestra to get our music credit. I missed the orchestra tryout and singing...
I walked in and took a left, down to a hall full of family pictures. Dents and “do not enter” stickers surrounded her door. After knocking twice, I let myself in. Blood shot eyes, a mess of...
It was a sudden realization, the kind of realization that stabs you in the back and makes you feel like there’s an endless pit in the bottom of your stomach. There would be no more hanging out or joking...
