Seasons
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Winter starts and ends the year.
A cold frigid and dry season.
A dead season.
Nothing flourishes, nothing grows.
But some people, they prosper.
The snow plows, ...
Every high schooler’s favorite week is quickly approaching. Yes, midterm week is almost here despite the intense denial. The thing that makes this week seem particularly daunting is the fact that there are so many exams adm...
This year, both Mrs. Herle’s Spanish VH and AP Spanish wrote their own poems in the style of Jose Marti’s “Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca”. Marti’s poem tells of growing a white rose to give to a friend, but also to an enemy,...
The white buds of the spring’s first flowers bloom.
A dove and everything that never heard
Of awful things. Never have known of gloom,
Of strife and hurt, only beliefs absurd.
But glow as bright as the warm sun does shine
Still...
You are worthy
You are priceless
You can't be outing yourself like that
It's unhealthy
I know the pain
I know how it feels to lose friends you care about
But you’ve got to let go of it
You’ve gotta move on
I know it’s pain...
