high school

Mrs. Takayama is pissing me off now with her incorrect and inaccurate propaganda message. Today in class, for those of you that don’t have her, she started to talk about the bulldog walk and how privileged we are to live in America, how we are privileged to live in this county, and how we are privileged to be at Smyrna High School.  Read More »

Nothing brings a community closer than a sporting event, in my opinion. The last two days I have had the wonderful experience of attending the Illinois state high school basketball 3A Final Four games. Unfortunately my team finished in fourth, suffering only the 4th and 5th loses of our 30+ game season.  Read More »

As a young woman who is still attending high school, I am hell-bent on making college admissions officers want to take a second look at my transcript. I'm in my junior year, and am holding on paper a 4.0 GPA as of right now, a 98.62 cumulative average, and am ranked 10th in our class out of 280 students. I'm not bragging, trust me; you will see my point later.  Read More »

I recently had the oppertunity to spend the day at an alternative school program for middle and high school students in my home town area. The program is designed for students failing to succeed in a regular classroom environment to be moved to a school with a reduced stress level and a greater one-in-one contact level.  Read More »

Is it just me, or am I the only one stressed with applying for scholarships? I mean my head is huring really bad for trying to get money? With all the recommendation letters and college essays its driving me insane. And I have no clue what so ever to don what to do about it. I've got aschool to go to but, got to come up with$76,000 DOLLARS and I have NOTHING. Can you say major breakdown?  Read More »

Maggie.
To everyone, she is a little, half-Egyptian, beautiful girl.
To me, she is my cousin, but most of all she is my hero.
Why, people might ask. Why Maggie?
Maggie is my hero because she is the most mature teenager you will meet.
Not the teenager our society has come to know: blurred and molded by a cloud of smoke and a beer bottle in one hand.  Read More »

I did not move to Texas until high school; I’d grown up primarily in central Illinois before the move, attending a series of schools nestled into cornfields, where the largest graduation class had been somewhere around two hundred.  Read More »

On October 12, 2007 I had my Senior Night for Marching Band. At the end of the game I walked from one end zone to the 50 yard line along with the 12 other Senior Band members. I wasn't crying till we made it to the place where the band was standing. Then I saw all of the people I will never march with again.  Read More »