I have a stuffed animal named Brutus. Brutus serves as my right-hand dog, and even though he doesn't bark or wag his tail, he feels just as real to me as a breathing dog. I keep over 30 stuffed animals around my room. Each one has a name, personality,...

The first time I ever felt insecure was in elementary school when a big, red, Jupiterian spot appeared on my cheek. It looked a little like someone had pricked my face with a needle, and blood was pooling in one drop. Connecting to it there were faint...

This previously ran in our April 2024 issue. When I first heard there was going to be a solar eclipse, I was — like most people — pretty excited. It’s not exactly a common occurrence, especially for Emmaus to be so close to the line of totality....

On Jan. 5 my life at Emmaus High School changed forever. No, I didn’t get a 99 on my economics test. No, I didn’t find a 50-dollar bill in the hall. It was more than seeing Branch in all four blocks. It was, in fact, the day the cafeteria served,...

With everyone staying at home these days, lots of people have extra time on their hands, leading them to post more on social media. It’s 2020, and social media activism is nothing new to today’s generation of students. Yet, a notable amount of...

Towards the close of “The Great Gatsby,” one of my favorite novels of all time, Nick Carraway narrates effortlessly to his readers: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.” Of course, Carraway (and F. Scott...

I’m the luckiest person in the world. It’s not what you think-- I didn’t win the lottery, and I’m not typing this from a leprechaun’s den at the end of some rainbow. Those prospects always seemed a little too good to be true for me anyways....

As a little girl, I quickly grew to adore summer and all the nouns associated with it: half-melted orange creamsicles, wet dogs, beach trips, my birthday, and fireflies. Early on, and with gusto, I might add, July ascended the throne of being my favorite...

Libraries are anything but silent. They are usually quiet, a kind of quiet that’s enforced by swift hushing from the direction of the front desk whenever someone talks too loud, but they are not silent. There’s the sound of pages flipping -- slowly...

As I prepared to write this column by spinning round and round in my wheeled desk chair, I had somewhat of an epiphany. I am a junior in high school. Yes, I'm fully aware this is no mind-blowing, life-changing discovery, but it seems difficult to...