I feel like I need to come clean.  It seems as though my peers within the J have always been passionate about journalism, have plans to study it in college and have always known that they want to be...

Growing up in an age of Disney Channel and Nickelodeon, high school was romanticized, to say the least. I think many of my classmates, as well as myself, envisioned all the cliches: food fights, finding...

My article is late. Again. As I sit here writing my final article for The Churchill Observer, I am a couple of days past the deadline. I have been putting it off, scared to bring my time as a part of The...

I do not think it has quite hit me that my days in high school are coming to a close. As a freshman, I remember hearing “take time to enjoy your four years; it will be over before you know it” from...

If you were to ask me three years ago how I pictured my senior year I would have described the perfect conclusion to high school, filled with football games, pep rallies, school dances, senior trips and...

Two spots diverged on my junior year schedule, and I chose to fill one with Journalism, and that has made all of this possible; from my initial entrance into the misshapen room of 243 as the sole junior,...

When I was nine years old, I learned to play the clarinet. I wanted to play the flute, but that didn’t work out. I was in fourth grade and it was time for students to start learning classical music,...

It is difficult for me to face the reality that I just titled this paper “My Last Observer Paper”. My last four years at Churchill and last three on The Observer flew by. All of the relationships that...

To be completely honest, I have no idea what to write this reflection about. You see, most people write theirs about the amazing memories and times they have had in high school, but I didn’t have that....