No matter how much we talk about the separation of church and state, religion weasels its way into politics.Read More
Like most tenth graders at Marlborough, I took American History last year.
It feels too soon to write about shootings given that just over a month ago, 14 were killed in our own state, but the issue is that it’s always too soon to write about shootings.
One of the more detrimental terms that our generation has inherited is the concept of being “chill.”
Teenagers my own age arrive bright and early every Saturday morning to the Hope Net Food Pantry downtown.
A Marlborough education is admirably broad in scope. Despite that, I have become concerned that Marlborough girls are not learning an important, nay, critical life skill.
When I was 5 years old I told my three-year-old sister that I was “tall for my age.”
A battered woman could be your mother, sister, neighbor, or friend.
When people say, “Wow, I bet it’s hard having a new head of school for your senior year,” I feel compelled to indulge and respond: “Yes, I am traumatized and may never leave my room.” In reality, I am obsessed with this woman.