Dear Class of 2023,
As my final words in The Oracle, I want to thank this community for giving me a platform to be heard, express myself, and continue my passions during high school.
Every year...
I began my field hockey journey at South in July 2019 for a pre-tryout summer camp. I had looked forward to this day for so long, but I was terrified. I had no idea what the skill level of all the other...
The first question I usually get asked when people hear I am graduating early is “How?”
I have always been interested in learning about different subjects, so I took classes over the summers...
On the first day of my freshmen year, my expectations for high school had been crafted by stories from my older sister, John Hughes’s movies, and bad television shows. I thought that high school would...
I was the worst player on my middle school soccer team.
In fact, whenever our team was winning by enough points, our coach made a rule: nobody was allowed to score except for me.
From my own impressions,...
Dear juniors, sophomores and freshmen,
The Class of 2021 has been forced into many regrets that were not our fault. Covid-19 pushed back our sports seasons, canceled our field trips and completely destabilized...
I’ve never been a math person.
I was okay with that fact because I’ve always done decently in math-classes—until I took physics during my junior year.
At first, I thought I could do as I had always...
I always thought having school spirit meant that you were banging the buckets with Titan Nation at a football game, marching in the Homecoming parade and going to pep rallies and school dances. There is...
We all have those friends that we will stay in contact long after high school is over. The few that we spent every weekend with during high school and the ones we will come back from college to see.
But...
Dear Gwyn,
Right now, you’re frantically trying to find a graduation dress that passes your knees and has straps thicker than three fingers to satisfy Attea’s dress code. You’re walking across...
13 years. 13 years of blood, sweat, tears, broken bones, laughs, wins, losses, spray tans, wigs, sparkles and huge accomplishments.
This is the love hate relationship of an Irish dancer.
As I’m...
Usually, when people ask if I could go back and change anything about high school, I find myself running through every single option—clubs I could have joined, classes I could have taken, habits I could...
