Let me assure you, reader, that the past few months have been the strangest of my life thus far.Read More
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From the south, Agus.
One of the more detrimental terms that our generation has inherited is the concept of being “chill.”
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.
I became aware of my swag status a week before the start of school, at the “computer update thing.” I looked around and thought, “who are these children?” I then remembered that I am a senior, and this is my life now.
“In light of recent events…” is a phrase with which the Marlborough community has become all too familiar over the past several months. In the wake of the summer’s eruption of inappropriate student-teacher relationship allegations, scandal—both the facts and the rumor—has fluttered out of mouths, into ears, and back out again, in a seemingly endless chain of information, and an even longer chain of things we didn’t know at all.
Forget measles: the real plague sweeping the nation’s youth these days is senioritis. Seniors across the country are finally done with college apps and are now enjoying a much-anticipated increase in leisure time.
Let’s talk about sex, baby – no, not that kind. I’m talking the sex that determines whether you make 78 cents or a dollar, whether you’re subjected to unsolicited “compliments” while walking down the street, and whether or not you can attend a school like Marlborough.
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.