By DAVID RESTAINO — I’m afraid of a lot of things. I’m afraid of my world falling apart like it has in the past, I have an irrational fear of falling off my bed while sleeping, and I’m really afraid that Tony will reevaluate his stance on cannibalism and I’ll wake up to him gnawing my arm off. The one thing I’m not afraid of, though, is failing…
By ANDREW BARBER (12th Grade) – It didn’t quite go as planned. There were no screaming and adoring fans; there were no intelligent lights bouncing around the walls and ceiling of the room; there was no grand introduction with a fifteen foot inferno of red hot flames around the back entrance of the stage. Instead, the eight French-fry lights, each burning at a temperature of around 800 degrees Fahrenheit…
By JOEL AVEY (12th GRADE) — Waiting for an impending trial is difficult. Every second that passes seems like an hour, every small sound makes me jump to attention. I’m at a full stage of alertness and readiness; yet I’m in a daze and oblivious to the world around me. The small line of sweat that traced my brow when we left the dock has now evolved, running down my face in streams and flooding my eyes…
By MICHAEL ZEISER (12th Grade) – It is a difficult task to explain the reasons runners run. I started running when I was about 12 years old around the hilly roads of my neighborhood. No one ever told me to run, and I don’t even know why I started running. I just did. Looking back, I think it may have been my first form of freedom…
By SAM CAMPBELL (12th Grade) – As I heard the sirens getting frighteningly closer, I couldn’t help but wonder where their final destination was. I knew that it was very strange for the quiet, usually quaint Lookout Mountain sound to be overruled by sirens, so something serious must be going on…
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