high school
High school made less stressful; a roundup of high school horror stories and tips on asking your date to prom, preparing for college and much more.
The Mysterious Disappearance of Saint Eustace the Unfortunate
An Introduction People are quick to say that secondary school is the bane of their existence. It's that horrid place, with horrid memories and heartbreaks. It's the place where the ugly and vertically challenged sit at the bottom of the food chain; gazing longingly at the beautiful beings above. And yes, they're right. They couldn't be more accurate. There are countless books, movies, therapy sessions, and tv shows centred around this mysterious place. This hub of horrors, this den of disease, this... well, I suppose you get the picture. What I'm trying to say is, I know it's a bit overdone. Everyone likes to tell their secondary school story. And I'm about to tell you another one, in third person. That's right. I'm not a character in this story, I'm the narrator. You'll never catch me! Don't worry, this isn't going to be the British version of Gossip Girl. That show was overrated anyway. What's going to happen here is that I'm going to walk you through a series of events that changed the history of a very prestigious school. Let me set it up with a bit of context:
By Tina Muzondo8 years ago in Education
How to Survive Rehearsal
Do you ever wonder what a peaceful rehearsal is like? For a lot of theatre companies, a calm, easy-going rehearsal is a very rare occurrence. The typical pre-show rehearsal usually involves misplaced props, a long line for the bathroom, and at least one temper tantrum. Don’t worry, there are a few things you can do to survive your six hours in the black box. If you use your time wisely, find a way to avoid getting mobbed for food, and make sure you have a pencil at all times, your rehearsal might be a bit more bearable.
By trashybird8 years ago in Education
As Big As It Goes: Origami Art. Top Story - October 2017.
I slapped the giant piece of canvas onto the table, making half the class jump in surprise. It was early Wednesday morning, just a few weeks before summer vacation. Heat radiated off the blacktop of the basketball courts outside the art room. I couldn’t wait to start.
By Dalan Hartmann8 years ago in Education
