As I reflect on my time in the Churchill Observer, I realize just how much this experience has impacted my life. When I first signed up for the class, I had no idea what to expect. I was simply looking...

When it came time to sign up for junior year classes, I knew exactly the class I wanted to take. I powered through AP Computer Science and Ceramics as an underclassman, but quickly realized neither of...

Throughout the past four years being part of The Observer has been constant. From the first day of Freshman orientation up until now like clockwork every day I would spend one period in room 243 (except...

I am one of the least artistic people I know. I am pretty bad at design and don’t have an eye for  making things look aesthetic. Therefore, my mom was pretty surprised when I signed up to be part of...

Wow. First off, I can not believe I am writing my senior section article for Journalism. I know this sounds cheesy, but boy does it feel like yesterday that I was checking off the box to take Journalism...

Sitting in the Herbert Hoover Middle School computer lab on a cold January day, I remember feeling overjoyed to finally have the freedom to pick my classes, specifically journalism. I had already started...

Much like every other article I have written for The Observer over the past three years, I am writing this one, in typical Caitlin fashion, the night before it is due. I think the reason I procrastinate...

Some of my most fond memories took place in the Journalism classroom. While some classes are dreadful, I looked forward to every 45 minute class period in Journalism with Ms. Zitnik. I never saw myself...

The inspiration for my joining The Observer was undoubtedly because of my favorite movie of all time: “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” Now, you might be wondering what a rom-com from 2003 starring Kate...

Every good story has five elements of a plot: exposition, rising action, climax, falling action and resolution (Thanks, Mrs. Dempsey). The funny part about my story is, the readers will never know where...

259156. That is the ID number I was given in seventh grade and have used almost every day of the week since. It’s an odd thing to feel sentimental about a number but the idea of recycling it to some...

After sitting here for almost an hour listening to my old Spotify playlist from freshman year, I am finally putting pen to paper. I initially decided to listen to some of my old songs for inspiration to...