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A Sonnet of Love by Onaedo Onejeme.

January 24, 2012

The seeking touch of a familiar hand And a welcoming smile with no strings attached Withstand the test of time and its running sand: Love’s message in spite of the silence dispatched. Love is always precious but not always kind...

Haiku by Erin Caubo

January 24, 2012

Sunsets Tranquil, blinding glow The sun is now going down Pink-orange streaks above Sand Little, tiny rocks Coarse and rough against your feet Covering the beach Palm Trees Palm fronds sway gently Coconuts hang o...

12 Days of Gift-Giving

Caroline Cassard

December 13, 2011

The holidays are all about giving, but sometimes we get caught up with all of the "stuff" associated with what has become an industrialized Christmas season. Are you hesitant to hit the mall? Our gift to you: 12 gift ideas that...

Mr. Lopez’s “Wicked” Reflection

November 28, 2011

I was sitting around listening to music one day and the shuffle on my MP3 player happened to pull up “Dancing Through Life” from the Wicked soundtrack.  For those of you who don’t know the song, it is sung by a ne’er-...

“The Best Thing I Ever Learned”

November 4, 2011

We asked  teachers to advise both middle school and high school students by offering a few words of advice based on their own experiences: Being your true self is the only way to establish meaningful and lasting relationships....

Service Reflection: Caroline Cassard

October 28, 2011

The Sisters Academy camp matched me with Tamia, an energetic seventh grader with a wonderful imagination. On the first day of camp, Tamia told me that she was trying to find her inner dragon. When I asked her what she meant, sh...

Service Reflection: Lexi Wittlesberger

October 26, 2011

Moravia Park Elementary was still an unfamiliar place and a bit intimidating when I was asked to change my routine. I usually work with the young boys, but one day, I was asked to work with the girls since there were not enough...

Service Reflection: Kate Somerville

Kate Somerville

October 26, 2011

  It was the first word he said to me as he slipped his small, dark hand into mine. It only took four syllables, but he turned my world inside out. With the hand that was not holding my own, he gently let two fingers brush...

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