Even living in a metropolitan center, one could choose to never go to a gallery, see a play, watch a dance performance or listen to music.Read More
I cringe every time adults, having just discovered my age, smile at me like a reminiscing sage and think aloud, “Ah, to be a teenager.”
Senior year: that crazy, caffeine-fueled whirlwind of an experience, during which you are faced with the task of balancing college apps, school, and extracurricular activities, all while attempting to savor your final year of life at home.
In the heyday of silent film, the theaters were never quiet. Live music was almost always a part of the viewer’s experience.
Childhood is the formative period in life that shapes one’s character and defines the challenges that she will face down the road. We spend the entirety of this period with our parents or guardians, and the choices they make, therefore, greatly impact our lives.
Every Saturday morning, I wake up, slam the snooze button on my alarm clock and drag myself to my phone to check my email, texts, Snapchat and Buzzfeed and maybe even ’gram an artfully arranged coffee pic.
During a recent English class, we watched a documentary about the famous philosopher Jacques Derrida.
My dad was infringing on my precious homework time and refusing to leave my room, pestering me until I reddened and shouted, “Dad, you aren’t listening to me! Get out of my room!”
When I first came to Marlborough, I was terrified of the Honor Code and the Understanding.