Almost four years ago I entered the hallways of Winston Churchill High School, a shy, timid 14-year-old new to public school and full of the ideas and promises I had accumulated from movies and TV shows....

Like many other articles I’ve written, this one was turned in late — but not because I lacked motivation or I was overwhelmed with life (although I won’t lie and say this hasn’t been the busiest...

On The Observer we often joke that nobody even reads the school newspaper. Maybe, just because of the sentimental value of this senior section, that might change, and I’ll capture somebody’s attention...

When I was five years old, I wanted to write a book. I made illustrations with crayons and told my mom what words to write below each drawing, then stapled it all together and proudly showed it to my family...

My name is Nate Levine, and I am going to tell you my extremely honest opinion about how you should handle high school. Let me start by saying that I have done about 30 minutes of schoolwork outside...

When I wrote my first article, I thought the thesaurus was my best friend — I wanted to sound as smart (read pretentious) as possible, so I would search up what I thought were the most sophisticated...

The beginning of my journalism career was not all sunshine and rainbows. I only signed up for journalism my freshman year due to thorough convincing from my parents. “You’re good at writing, you like...

When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that high school would be the best four years of my entire life.  When I got to high school, I had to ask-- this was really as good as it ever gets? Because...

Sitting in the hallway of WCHS, a 14 year old Emma Chen listens as her lunch group talks about their future. She boasts that she has her life planned to the very last detail. From becoming a senior attorney...

You’re sitting in class.  Maybe you’re really interested in the subject that the teacher is talking about.  Maybe you’re sitting in a class that happens to be the subject that you want to major...

I don’t remember my first day of high school particularly well, but the one thing I do think back to is the first time I laid eyes on the senior girls. As they strode through the first floor hallways,...

Every first day of the semester has been the same for me. I take my seat, listen to attendence and wait for the inevitable: “I know that last name.” So is the life of being a youngest child. I am...