The young woman lays down a couple crumpled dollar bills and two quarters for her snow cone. It’s the first time she’s actually paid for anything here. A smile crosses her face. “I get to see my...
On a Tuesday morning in September, senior Jake Landgrebe fumbles for his ID at the gates of Paramount Pictures Studios. After the guard buzzes him in and hands him a ticket, Landgrebe enters a lot currently...
You’re so vain you probably think this column’s about you.
From full-length mirror point-and-shoot flash photography to front-facing iPhone snapshots, selfies devour social media feeds—human faces...
Innumerable class periods I’ve spent staring at the clock’s red-lit digits by the door, waiting. Waiting for the next class, to wait for the next class, to wait for lunch, to wait for the next class,...
August, 2011. My freshman year, and the first year in USD 497 history that 9th graders were crammed in with the 10th-12th graders at the high schools. Even though Free State was new and exciting, by the...
kyra haas, online co-editor-in-chief
• December 13, 2013
I don’t have my restricted driver’s license, and I am a junior in high school.
Because I don’t have my own transportation, I spend a considerable amount of my time after school in the Commons, waiting...
