This Issueʼs feature: Photography by Andrew Viny

Features for June

2010

Orange arts & literature

OHS Imagine is an arts and literature journal whose main goals are to promote the creation of student work and to provide a method for students to share that work with their fellow students, teachers, and community members. Imagine is also available online at www.OHSImagine.com thanks to the hard work of rising sophomores David Desberg and Spencer Weiss as well as the our dedicated staff. On our site you can enjoy art, writing, as well as movies and music by Orange students. New material is availible on our site every timea new issue is published. In addition our editors are always looking for new student material, so if you are interested in being published in Imagine, or know of someone with a talent for writing, drawing, painting, photography, film making, musical composition or anything else, please email our editors.

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Editors in Chief

Brandon Schwartz

Lauren Israel

Jessica Antrobus

Sara Desberg

Kevin Laureno

Samantha Zabell

Hallie Israel

Jonah Rabb

David DesbergSpencer Weiss

Andrew VinyStephanie Hong

Photography: This issue features a collection of photos by one of our editors-in-chief, Andrew VinyPoetry: Poetry from a variety of OHS students and faculty members including Mr. Mesh and Mrs. ColageTheater: Behind the scenes of High School Musical by Jessica Antrobus and play pictures by Andrew VinyArt: This issue featuring a number of selfportraits by Mrs. Reinhardtʼs class and an interview about the projectMusic: Featuring a profile of Devan Porter and an interview about his up-coming CD, Outside the BoxWriting: Creative stories from Mr. Polsterʼs creative writing class, as well as a number of indepentant worksCulture: The best concerts coming this summer, Art is in the Air by Hallie Israel, Best Coffee Houses and more

This year we are extremely pleased to have recieved this letter from Je�ery S. Cramer ofthe Thoreau Institute at Walden Woods for our inside cover..

Jeffery S. Cramer

Andrew Viny and Stephanie Hong

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I used to stare at a blank piece of paper. Now I stare at a blank screen. When Andrew Viny invited me to write this introductory piece to the third issue of OHS Imagine, and to write about anything I chose regarding how art a�ects our lives, I thought of all the possibilities. When I opened my laptop, ready to begin, my formerly brilliant ideas hovered dangerously near to being brilliantly trite. I remember my early days of writing, when I thought every word I wrote was masterful, which they weren’t, or when I was afraid every word was hackneyed, which they were.

And then one day I sat down to begin an essay and wrote, “I admit I was a little skeptical about the idea.” Not a memorable opening line but it triggered an honesty and openness that I had been unwilling or unable to put toward my writing. Once triggered, I wrote from, and continue to write from, a di�erent place: my heart, not my brain. Now I know you’re saying, “Hey. Here’s that trite hackneyed thing he was talking about earlier.” But if you could just bear with me a little longer.

Years later that I read a letter by Henry David Thoreau that helped me understand. A friend of his was going to climb a mountain and then write about it, and Thoreau gave him some advice about the writing process. He told his friend “to state to yourself precisely and completely what that walk over the mountains amounted to for you.” After explaining that it didn’t take very long to get over the mountain, Thoreau hit him with the question: “But have you got over it indeed? . . . Going up there and being blown on is nothing. We never do much climbing while we are there.” It’s after we get home, he said, “that we really go over the mountain, if ever. What did the mountain say? What did the mountain do?”

We are creative when we’re inspired to ask those questions. Whether it is the subject of a poem or a character in a story, whether it is an image framed in our lens or a sketch at the end of our pencil, whether it is a mountain, a love, or our own actions and reactions, when we can openly approach the question - what did it say, what did it do? - and honestly o�er an answer that we want, that we need, to share, we have found Art.

-- Je�rey S. Cramer, editor of Walden: A Fully Annotated Edition (Yale University Press, 2004) and other works by Thoreau. His essays and other writings have appeared in The Massachusetts Review, The Literary Review, and The Christian Science Monitor, among others. He is the Curator of Collections at the Thoreau Institute at Walden Woods.

Photography

Photography for me isn’t about image quality.  Sure everyone likes a crisp image but that’s not what I take pictures for.  To me photography is an almost holy activity.  It’s an opportunity to convey your feels about a subject or concept through images.  I love to photograph the same things over and over again.  I look back at old images and I’m always surprised at how my focus shifts even when photographing the same subject.  Squaw Rock is a great example of this.  I go there to take pictures all the time.  Many of my early images from squaw rock are attempts to capture the pastoral beauty of the area while much of my later work focuses on the spots in which man met nature.  Like carvings on trees and stairs carved out of the stone. This later series is more interesting to me now as I’ve become very interested in green architectural design.  It almost seems like my subconscious mind knew what was interesting about those shots before my conscious mind caught on.  I often feel like this is the case when I’m photographing people.  The shots that you keep, the ones you really remember are the ones that you snap in a fraction of a second because there’s a scornful glare, or a look of contemplation that so perfectly captures a person’s spirit that you need to grab it.  When you seen something like this you don’t have time to analyze and think about why you want that picture. You have to get it before the moment is gone.

          This is one reason I love to shoot �lm.  With a modern digital camera photography is almost a

science, adjusting white balance, temperature, ISO, metering modes, burst rates.... everything becomes convoluted.  There’s no magic in grabbing the moment because you often miss it while adjusting the brightness of your LCD on the back of the camera.  I �nd that when I shoot my �lm camera I capture more “moments”.  I don’t have to say “hey do that again?” or “can we try that one more time?”.  Because you can’t see the pictures until after you’ve developed the whole roll you don’t become �xated on one shot, you don’t second guess your exposure, you just shoot the camera.  

          Now sure there are a lot of features of modern digital cameras that make them useful or convenient but where’s the magic?  When I walk around with my tiny little Leica M2 snapping away people hardly notice me.  The camera tucks right under my arm and the shutter clicks so softly that people around me hardly even notice anything has happened.  The pictures I get out of this camera are more reliable than the ones out of my digital camera because there’s no computer changing the picture to make it look more like what I might have wanted.  It’s just the mechanically timed shutter and the reaction of the �lm to light.  No matter what happens in the future with technology I know I’ll always have a completely mechanical camera in my position.  No batteries, no circuits, just me and a role of �lm

Why I Shoot Film 2010 Photography Contests

1. Lexmark Physics Photo Contest

2. Teen Ink

3. Apoge Magazine

4. ACRI

5. Jewish Museum

6. Pittsburgh Architecture

7. Photojournalism

8. Metro-parks

9. Smithsonian

10. Orange Photo Club Contest

Check out OHSImagine.com to

learn more about your opportunities to participate in photo

competitions

Editor of Photography: Brandon SchwartzOHSimagine@gmail.com

An Editorʼs Note:

This year’s issue features photography by our editorin chief Andrew Viny. Any-one who knows Andrew knows that a camera is never far from his hand and that he loves taking pictures. He has taken over30,000 images for the school yearbook and news-paper but in this issue of imagine you’ll get to see some of his personal work.

~ Brandon Schwartz

People Pictures Throughout high school one of my favorite photographic subjects has been my friends and family. Even though interesting lighting or textures may have driven me to capture an image itʼs the people in my pictures that makes looking at them enjoyable.

The Natural World Another one of my favorite things to photograph is nature. Specifically I think that compositions which show human influences in otherwise natural scenery are very captivating. I think that these sort of shots also have some interesting social implications in the modern, environmentally conscious world we live in these days.

Lauren Israel Poetry

My Spanish GardenSenora Colage

I am a dedicated gardener;determined to grow �oral scholars.In my didactic care, each student will bloom in unique, cerebral beauty.It is late August when I begin my annual earthly labor:sowing the seeds of education,germinating integral and cultural socialization.

I water my seedlings daily with a�ection,tenderly nurturing and guiding their learning process.Patiently and with concentrated e�ort,I frequently till the soil around my astute sprouts;for the minds of my adolescent �owersneed to be constantly stimulated and enlightened.In radiant knowledge and ability they will �ourish and shine.

As every conscientious gardener must do,I, too, with righteous pruningtackle, temper, and tame the weedsthat wander in undesired directions.But, oh, what satisfaction June bringswhen the dormant bulbs of my scholarly gardenhave intellectually blossomed into personi�ed �owers….the Lindas Margaritas, Rosas and Violetas of my classroom!

AgainDan Mesh

It wasn’t the idea of murderor eternal damnationor the pictures of unborn babieson the protesters signsit wasn’t even their promiseof unconditional love from JesusIt was learning that the littleball of cells inside heralready had �ngernailsIt was the hope that somedayshe’d have someoneto paint her nails andshop for prom dresses withSomeone who would count on herand wouldn’t be disappointedbecause she would see it throughIts not that she was afraidto stop a beating heartshe just hoped that herscould get startedAgain

The CycleAmy Scott

The new year beginsIt is wintertimeThe air is frigid

And snow quietly dropsTo your boots

Winter eases into springThe snow melts

The buds surface and �owerWith time the weather becomes

A little bit better Spring turns to summer

Rays of heat gush through the thickening airChildren go swimming and a new lifestyle begins

The sensations wind downAs summer converts to fall

Leaves change into vivid colorsTemperature drops

In preparation for the winter This cycle of seasons is to remind you

That although things may start o� coldThe summer will always come

Beautiful TragedySarah Young

One thousand dreams,Black nighttime screams.

Two thousand shards,Red, gleaming blood.

Three lost souls,Orange and feral.

Four weeping hearts,Green, envious art.Five lost chances,

Purple, passionate romances.Six desperate recoveries,

Blue, sleeping cities.Seven shy glances,Yellow rose dances.

Eight cold shoulders,Pink cheeked daughters.

Nine butter�y kisses,White, �owing dresses.Ten intertwined �ngers.

MobilizeAkil Evans

“Oh, the places you’ll go”Applause follows everyplace I show,“You can be anything you want”I can have anything but,Her.My motives are obvious by my advancesYet the distance between us is a lance’s,I fear the battle will never begin…OurFond memories are being missedFools suggested, ‘Ignorance is bliss”I certainly don’t enjoy being ignoredAh, I fear she will never draw her sword.What is a king without his queen?Ruling my kingdom has become routine

Creative Writing 7

My New Sewing KitLauren Israel

My new sewing kit is small and inexperienced compared to my mother’s.I had always used the old sage one in her closetbut I cannot take it with me as I go on to face the world on my own.I remember how her loving thread stitched my torn clothes back togetherand how her needle twisted pitiful scraps intobeautiful garments that I could easily useto shroud myself from what I was unwilling to cope with.I am pricked by the sharp criticism of my new needlewhich judges my verdant stitches harshlydespite my e�orts to keep everything aligned.How will I pick up all the fragmented pieces and mend the tearswhen the seams are bursting and the eye of my new needle is not watching over me?

AnchoredClaudia Cash

There are tiny golden anchorstattooed upon the bottom of my two feet.Although drawn meticulously, pricked to bring pain,hardened by calluses to lock in their ink.

These golden anchors,follow everywhere I travel,holding my feet down to the �oor.They are my internal gravity.

I keep my balance as I slowlydance upon the beam, eager to reach the end with praise.I place my feet softly,but the anchors push them down.I now know I’ll never �y aloft,With these golden masses forever embroidered.

Unattainable VictoryAnonymous

Two enemies trapped in the eternal boxing ring.There is no escape in the war being waged.The cheer and support from the standspressures the soldiers to �ght, for if they leave nowthey will be forever shamed. For these fans, winning is of the utmost importance,But oddly enough, they themselvesdo not participate in the actual combat.They scream with delightas a young boy gets knocked down, defeated.But is there really a victor in this �ght? Once looking for attention, some money,adventure, glory, and purposehe’s now a vegetable in the hospital.Did he have the potential to make a di�erence?Would he have, if his chance was not taken awayby this ruthless, pointless game? Depleted, defeated, demolished, decayed.It is all lost, though the best was yet be gained.But most of us feel nothing.We continue to mindlessly cheer or booon the sidelines, apathetic to the pain.

SomtimesAnonymous

Sometimes I wake up and feel empty.Sometimes I wake up and feel trapped.Sometimes I wake up and feel lonely.But before I go to bed, I always think of you. When I am tired, sometimes I can’t sleep.When I am hungry, sometimes I can’t eat.But when I am sad I can always cryBecause I can think of you. Now I can make mistakes and not fear you.Now I can smile without triggering your anger.Now I can take risks without regrets.Now I can let others in without feeling ashamed. I am free of my cageBut I sometimes wish I was back in itBecause I miss you.

Jessica Antrobus

Theater

Photos by Andrew Viny

High School Musical

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“I guess I will always remember the HUGE jam session in between the saturday shows where everybody was on stage singing and being amazing!! That, or our senior song when we sang "Lean on Me". It made me cry a little...” – Martine Wilson

“The final three songs we sang at the Saturday night performance: Lean on Me, all my life, and tik tok. Greatest ending!” – Peace Aminu

“I remember when Trevor Rocky and I put a lot of whip cream in the pie thing that they were gonna push in Sam Zabell’s face on the last show...then they let me have the rest of the RediWhip” – Tyler Rusher

“Rockin’ out in the girls locker room, the legendary jam session between the two Saturday shows, and of course earth-worming.” – Zak Burger

“ Completely messing up one of the dance numbers and starting before the music did, and never laughing so hard after I got off of the stage!” – Casey Warsh

“Dancing the tango with Esther Kim and Raleigh Garson during "Stick to the Status Quo" for sure!” – Jen Lebovitz

“Relaxing on the couch and watching Melanie Nitowsky's gymnastics show with Tom Newman and Casey Warsh after the potluck dinner.” – Jessie Wirtshafter

“I will always remember the moment that the seniors sang the song Lean on Me, and all of the energy that I put into the show. There is one last thing I would like to say before I say goodbye to Mrs. Sonnie’s productions forever: "Go Wildcats!" - Alex Gu

“ I wil always remember the amazing cast and crew, and how hard I cried when the seniors sang Lean on Me at the last show. It felt so good to know that this was my last performance on OHS stage.” – Jessica Antrobus

This year’s spring musical was Disney’s High School Musical. We got some of the seniors in the production to tell us what they will remember the most about being in their last show at OHS:

The Final Bow The musical at Orange High School this year was Disney’s hugely popular “High School Musical”. As a member of both the cast and the stage crew, I was privy to the unique experience of being a part of two unique groups that come together to form one huge family. Working with my peers to bring the characters of East High from the TV screen to the stage was at times stressful, but usually extremely fun. I built friendships with people I had never spoken to, even though I’d seen them during my entire four years at orange high. We truly did become a family, but not just with other cast members, but also with the stage crew, which I was also a part of. For those who do not know, the job of the stage crew is to put together all of the backstage elements that take a show from just kids on a stage to a musical production. We make and move set pieces, as well as work the light and sound boards. For this musical in particular, there were about 16 di�erent scene changes, with multiple layouts. Fortunately, under the leadership of Mr. Opfer, Casey McGraw-Herdeg, and Sarah Young, plus all of the other talented members, we were able to pull it o�. Finally, after all of the work put in to prepare this show, opening night arrived. It was a moment of great pride for everyone when we heard the announcement that all the tickets were sold out. We knew we were all a part of something great, and we were going to share it with a full house! The show went o� with a few slip-ups (the infamous Ashley Bass-Marcus Henderson back �ip incident), but otherwise the performance was nearly perfect. The Saturday performances were energy �lled, but not nearly as much as the jam session that took place in between the two shows. Everyone took to the stage with Sam Hogan on the piano. We sang songs and danced, with multiple �st pumps throughout. At one point I stood at the back of the auditorium and watched in awe as this family came together in something so crazy and fun and real. We used this energy to make the Saturday night performance one that no one can forget. This musical was my last show at Orange. I cried along with my friends as we sang our senior song “Lean on Me” at the conclusion of curtain calls. And because no one can do it like 2010, we of course had to do a second song, “All my Life”, led by Kevin Oko, and then a third “Tik Tok”, which closely resembled the midday jam frenzy. As I exited the auditorium for what would be the o�cial last time (even though I had to come back to strike the set, plus I have a choir concert and stagecrafters), I glanced back at the stage, and was �lled with joy from the memories of everything that I had experienced there.

~Martine Wilson

Sara Desberg CONFLICT PROJECTArt

a: Sydney Zagger, b: Shannon Wu, c: Kyle Seaman, d: Molly Gallagher, e: Sarah Desberg

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a: Julia King, b: Jessie Wirtshafter, c: Elijah Simpkins, d: Chris Macias

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For the conflict project, each student gave his or her own take on a controversial issue in society. The issues students chose to address varried greatly and reflect a wide range of issues. Each work is composed of two layers: a mylar film and paper or illustration board. This allowed the artists to layer multiple images to more effectively convey their project’s conflict.

About the Project

~Sara Desberg

Kevin Laureno

Music

Tell us something about you that we would never know. I learned how to sing when I was working at dairy queen.

Who's your favorite musical artist?Probably Royksopp.

What attracted you to music and what made you want to focus on rapping?I just like how beats sound when you turn them on and how it makes you feel. I really liked the excitement it gave me and the way it helped me express myself. Its a way to get away from a lot of stress.

Do you have any major influences on your rap career? If so, who are they and how have they helped you?My major influences are Kid Cudi, Lil Wayne and Common. My cousin (Kid Cudi) has helped me with everything and I appreciate it. Lil Wayne is also a pretty influential figure for me because he started really young and came a long way so why cant I? Finally, Common has been a big influence because he is different and shows that you don’t always have to be mainstream to be successful.

Who makes the beats for your songs?Either my producer, Derrick Semmons, or Ill make them myself.

What do you rap about the most?I rap about just life in general I keep it real and talk about things that are going on like clothes, girls, and parties.

Who do you think you sound the most like?I'm really not sure people say I sound like a lot of different people I think I just sound like me to be honest.

What are your plans regarding music after high school?To become a major recording artist figure in the industry.

Outside the Box, Devan PorterMeet Devan Porter At 16 years of age he's just stepping foot into the world of music. I had the pleasure of sitting down with Devan a little while ago and helped him record a couple songs. The songs turned out really well and they'll be playing on our new website. After recording some songs we sat down for a Q&A.

Check out Devan’s new CD Outside the Box at www.ohsimagine.com Just click on “music”

Photo by Andrew Viny

Creative Writing 13Make Some Music; It’s Easy! Kevin Laureno

Like most Mac programs GarageBand is very user friendly. I began using GarageBand about �ve years ago when my brother got a Mac laptop. Many famous musical artists actually use GarageBand to record some of their music. Some users are LMFAO, T-Pain, Panic! at the Disco, Seal, Erykah Badu, and the Barenaked Ladies. Their are a lot of remix artists that also use GarageBand. One notable one that is just breaking into the world of music is “The White Panda”. The White Panda makes what are called mashups. Mashups are created when two songs are put together to create a new sound. The words of one song and the backbeat of another may be put together, or vice versa. Not only can you create songs with GarageBand, but you can also create podcasts. When creating a podcast you can control everything from the way your voice sounds by using �lters and by also changing the picture that is displayed as the podcast is playing. When I �rst used GarageBand I started out playing around with the loops that come preloaded with the program. With these loops I was able to create “songs”. These songs were a collection of di�erent types of loops which ranged from brass to techno and even choir samples. About a year later I got my own Macintosh laptop and began playing around with GarageBand more frequently. As I became more interested in recording music I purchased a MIDI drum machine which allowed me to create some loops of my own. With the drum machine I could load di�erent instruments in GarageBand and when I pressed the buttons on the drum machine it would make a sound from that instrument. With MIDI controllers every button is assigned a sound. When you load an instrument set whether it is a guitar or a drum their are set notes that will only be played when a button is pressed on the MIDI controller. With GarageBand the drivers for the MIDI controllers are preinstalled which is nice because it allows me to plug in and play. After I purchased the MIDI drum machine I went out and bought a forty-nine key MIDI keyboard. Much like the drum machine I could plug it in and notes were pre-assigned to each key. With this keyboard I was able to casually play the piano which I used to take lessons for. With GarageBand their are a number of pianos you can load onto the track. They range from grand piano to electric piano, and even many synthesizers. If their is a speci�c sound that your are looking for in GarageBand that you would like to load onto a track so you can play it with your instrument but it is not in GarageBand then you can just download them. Their are many websites that have collected a large number of instrument packs for GarageBand. Some of these are free and others cost money but it is a great way to expand the sounds you can create while using GarageBand. I also started recording people singing using GarageBand. When using any program on a Mac the common theme is integration. For example, if I want to export a song to iTunes after I have �nished creating it in GarageBand I can simply go to the menu bar titled “share” and click “Send Song to iTunes”. When using a Macintosh computer every program works together. Also, in this issues music section I had the pleasure of working with Devan Porter, who I recorded on my computer using GarageBand. While recording Devan I used a usb microphone that my Mac instantly recognized which was nice because I didn’t have to take time downloading a driver or installing separate software that came with the microphone. To get started recording someone all you have to do is go to the menu bar and click “Track” then scroll down and press “New Track”. After selecting the new track option you should select “Real Instrument Track”. Now all you have to do is record. The opportunities are endless while using Garageband and it is not a hard program to learn and feel comfortable using. So go explore!

Summer Shows: Editors Top Picks

Blossom

Dave Matthews BandFriday, June 25

Jack Johnson with G. LoveWednesday, July 21

Kings of LeonMonday, July 26

John MayerFriday, August 13

Quick Loans Arena

Pearl JamSunday, May 9

Lady GagaWednesday, July 14

Nautica Pavilion

Insane Clown PosseMonday, May 24

O.A.R. with Citizen CopeThursday, July 22

Time Warner Cable Amphitheater

Angels & AirwavesFriday, April 23

311Wednesday, June 30

Vans Warped TourThursday, July 8

ParamoreTuesday, August 10

House of Blues

DrakeThursday, May 27

Samantha Zabell

Creative Writing

Christina Martinez

Jen Lebovitz

You can say that I’m not your average Desert High School Senior. I can start by telling you that my life is probably crazier than any other student’s you �nd here. For one, I’m the head cheerleader on our squad and am always at the top of the pyramid. I don’t have a boyfriend, naturally, because who would want to stick to one guy when you can have many? My best friends are Melanie Andrews and Tish Delmonaco, and we call ourselves The Trio. I tell them everything, and I probably trust them more than my parents. We get ready together before parties and always leave them together (think of it as a teenager’s version of a buddy system). In terms of school, well, I’m not the best student at DHS, but that’s only because I believe in street smarts over book smarts, and I’m also not the kind of girl to shy away from going out on “Thirsty Thursdays”. To put it quite simply, I’m the girl whose name gets thrown around within conversations in the courtyard at school. I guess all of these reasons explain why I have a pounding headache this morning. I go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. After a quick shower, I walk over to my closet and contemplate my out�t for the day. I lay out my favorite pair of J Brand dark blue skinny jeans, a bright orange long sleeve sweater, and my new wedges that my mother bought me in China last weekend. To complete the look, I put on my new brown patterned scarf and grab my oversize Gucci tote. Perfect, obviously. I go to my computer to see if any of my friends uploaded pictures from last night to Facebook. Surely enough, they did. Mel updated her “Thirsty Thursdays 09” album with all of her new pictures. I scan through them quickly, skipping the ones that I’m not in. Unsurprisingly, they all look completely crazy. Towards the end of the album is one of the three of us and our best guy friends, Nathan, Michael and Jacob. Mel, Tish and I are on each of their backs, and I’m kissing Jacob’s cheek while holding my red cup in the air. I scroll down to the comments, and laugh to myself as I read them out loud. “Ahahahah guys this soooo cute, I’m defaulting this forsure!” writes Mel; “Christina you look so pretty

here!! Xox” says some random Junior girl. I refrain from commenting back; I’m not about to give the little Junior the satisfaction. I tag the three of us and move on to more pictures, laughing as I try to remember what the hell I was thinking last night. I text Mel as soon as I �nish Facebook stalking to tell her how cute her album was. The smell of Maria’s French toast �lls the stairway as I make my way down the steps. “Christina, come to the back room! We need to talk to you,” my mother’s voice rings, only worsening my hangover.“Alright, be there in a sec,” I yell. Walking down the marble hallway, I almost forget that today is my parents’ anniversary. Shit. Well, I’ll go buy them a card or something before I go out tonight.“Hi mom, hi dad,” I say as I walk into our back room, �t with high ceilings and pictures of our very large family hung about. I run over to my parents sitting next to each other on the couch and kiss them twice on the cheek. “Good morning. Happy anniversa-““Tina, before you say anything, we need to talk to you about something,” my mom says. “Dad and I have some news for you, and we’re not too sure how you’re going to take it.”“Alright, shoot.”“Christina, honey…” she stutters. She starts to �dget with her wedding band, a clear sign she’s nervous. My dad turns to her and rubs her shoulder, trying to comfort her for whatever she is about to tell me. “You got kicked out of DHS.”I immediately look up from the �oor and into my mother’s eyes and I can see that she is not lying. She looks over to my dad, who attempts to look up at me but can’t face it. The tears start to form in my eyes. “Mom, what do you mean?! How the hell could I possibly get kicked out? I’ve been there for practically my whole life.”“Well, the school called us last week to tell us about your Senior year grades,” she says with a condescending look. “Tina, you’re failing all but two of your classes this semester. The principal said that your grades were completely inexcusable for the courses you’re taking, and declared that you leave the school immediately. When I asked her if you could just try to bring them up, she refused. And I don’t think getting caught with vodka in your Gatorade last year helped either.”“Mom, dad, this can’t be happening.” I try to move away from that incident as fast as I can. “I mean, I get that my grades aren’t

incredible, but I don’t see how they can kick me out for this! Where am I going to go?!” I can’t ever imagine being anywhere other than Desert.“Well, your father and I have been frantically calling the other schools in the area and presented them with your transcript and your record, but no one will accept you Tina,” my mother spits out, crushing me. “And if you want to go to San Diego State next fall, you must complete the required senior year credits. So, we were only left with one other option. Christina…” she tries to get the words out but is struggling. Her dark hair is tied into a messy bun and strands of it frame her face. She smoothes over the dangling locks with her right hand and crosses her legs, preparing herself. I can only imagine what she has to say. “We’re moving to Cleveland.”For a second I’m almost positive that my heart stops beating. “Are you kidding me?!? What do you mean? When?!”“Next week.”No other words can even come out. My face drops and my body freezes up completely. This was the life I have been building on forever. It was unique, crazy, and all mine, and now that was about to change.***The next week �ashes before my eyes. Immediately after my parents broke the news, I drove over to Melanie’s with Tish and told them. I told them all about my new school: Orange High School, a small public school in the suburbs with about 150 kids per grade, a miniature amount compared to Desert’s 600. We cried and talked for three hours and they promised to come visit me over winter break. I honestly can’t imagine making better friends than them.Throughout the week I strategically planned how I was going to make my entrance in Cleveland. I �gured I’m not going to rule my new school if I just showed up without any warning. Naturally, Facebook is the best way to build a network, so I joined the Orange High School network and decided to friend request some people. First, though, I went through all of my friends’ albums and tagged more pictures from parties and typical weekends. I made sure to include lots of people and, especially, a lot of tan DHS boys. I changed my default, too, to one of me and Tish wearing booty shorts and holding up bottles of Patron. My new classmates won’t know what hit them. How could they not want to be friends with me after seeing my pictures? So I added almost the entire Orange network and within

Creative Writing 15minutes �ve boys already wrote on my wall. The general responses were, “Hi, do I know you?” or “Are you coming to Orange or something?” I had to explain to each of them that I was moving to Orange next week. Of course, I had to throw in some �irty emoticons in my responses. ;) Before I know it it’s next Sunday and I’m pulling out of Cleveland Hopkins airport, jetlagged and extremely bitter about the prospects of my brand new life. In the short car ride, my parents tell me about our new home in Moreland Hills, a small community right near my new school. We’re driving on SOM Center Road when my dad suddenly slows down the car, putting his left turn signal onto East Juniper Road. It’s a pretty long street with big and small houses, lined with lots of trees with di�erent colored leaves. It looks like a Fall right out of a magazine, something I had never experienced back home in California. “Alright honey, this is our new home.” My dad looks at me through the rearview mirror as we pull into the driveway.The house is huge, white and extremely modern. Outside there’s a huge pool, which is of no use because, from what I hear, it’s freezing here like 98% of the year. I gather my several Louis Vuitton suitcases and make my way up the stairs to my room. The view outside my window looks out to the pool, and right next to the pool must be our new neighbor’s house. Three girls about my age are sitting on the deck reading magazines. “Well they can come greet us” I think to myself. “I’m sure as hell not going over there.”Later that night, after my room was organized and my pictures of friends were hung around the previously boring walls, I showered and laid out my out�t for my �rst day of school. Distressed jeans with a bright pink tank top and rhinestone sandals. Before I go to bed, my mom comes in to give me a small pep talk before the big day. I fall asleep easily, ready for my �rst day at Orange, but at two in the morning I wake up to noises outside. I get up from my bed and look out the window and see the same three girls from this afternoon swimming in our pool! At two in the morning? Hell no! There are two with dark hair and one with blonde curly hair, just hanging out in my pool like it’s not a problem. After about three minutes of watching them, they decide to leave and casually walk back to

my neighbors’ house. I try to go back to sleep, completely pissed by what I just witnessed.*** I pull into the parking lot near the football stadium at 8:10 AM, shuddering as I step out into the cold Fall weather. Only a few other cars pull up around me but the passengers do not hesitate to stare blatantly at me. I grab my messenger bag and Starbucks Venti latte and make my way towards the building. I could already tell that my �rst day at Orange was going to be beyond di�erent. I go in through the courtyard, which consists of about nine tables, some benches and a scarce amount of foliage. I guess I can’t expect much grass to sun-bathe on in a city with a six month winter. I walk into the o�ce titled “student services” just like my mother instructed me this morning. Immediately as I step into the o�ce, a small woman with short, brown curly hair walks up to me. Her suit is crisp and brown, matching the shade of her hair far too well. Glasses perch on the top of her head but she puts them on to examine me better. “You must be Christina Martinez. From California, correct?” she says. “Yeah, that’s me,” I shake her hand and attempt to smile, subtly looking her up and down. “I hope I’m on time?” “Yes, you are. My name is Mrs. Davis, one of your assistant principals,” she tells me. “Your �rst period doesn’t start till 8:20 because you have 1st period free. Most of the Seniors start at 8:20 as well, so hopefully you can meet some of them right now.” “You mean some of them can meet me.” “Yes, well, sure,” she glances uncomfortably to one of the secretaries. “Oh, and Ms. Martinez? That tank top is unacceptable here at Orange. I expect you to think over your out�t a little more carefully tomorrow.” “Yeah sure.” “Very well,” she hands me a folded white piece of paper. “Here’s your schedule. Your �rst class is Creative Writing with Mr. Polster. He’ll help show you the ropes.” “Alright,” I say. “Thanks for the help.” As I walk out of student services I immediately feel eyes burning into my skin. Lounging on the hand rails near the courtyard windows are twenty or so students- assumedly Seniors- who abruptly put their conversations on hold to stare me up and down. I pull out my iPhone, making myself look occupied by randomly tapping

across the screen. Should I sit on this rail that they’re all congregating on? Or, I could just walk by and pretend like I don’t see them. Well, that’s dumb. Obviously I see them. I decide to walk over to a familiar girl with short dark hair and a red plaid button down. I must’ve added her on Facebook last week. “Hi, I’m Christina. I love your shoes…where’d you get them?,” I try to make small talk, even though I feel her and her group of girl friends staring me down. Behind her, a few other girls turn and face me, waiting to see what comes next. “They’re from this random place in Chicago, I don’t remember what it’s called,” she says. “I’m Sam, by the way.” “Nice to meet you,” I reply, taking a few more moments to examine her and her friends. It was then that I realized who three of those girls were. “Wait…I recognize you,” I look at the blonde and two of the brunettes. “Yeah, you three were swimming in my pool last night at like two in the morning! What the hell was that for?” The blonde turns to me and laughs. “Uh, yeah we kind of just swim in there whenever we want,” she says. “I mean, no one ever used it before so we take advantage of it.” “Oh.” “Anyways,” the dark haired girl intercepts. “You must be the new girl from…California or something?” she takes out her blackberry and mindlessly plays with the roller. “Yeah...I actually got kicked out of my old school,” I laugh. “So here I am!” “Oh, well that’s cool I guess…” she turns to her friends and manages a sarcastic smile. I stand there awkwardly facing her back as she carries on with their conversa-tion. I look down the hall to the left and am met with a pair of eyes looking at me. I half-smile and subtly nod my head to the boy, who simply does not react and continues to talk with his guy friends. I rummage through a pocket of my bag to “�nd a pencil” when I really just don’t have anything else to do. The bell rings just as I pull out my favorite pink pen and tons of kids rush out of the classes down the hall. “Well it was nice meeting you,” Sam smirks, looking me up and down as she adjusts the strap of her book bag. “Hope you, uh, have a good �rst day here.” “Thanks! Hopefully I’ll see you around later?” “Uh yeah…see you later.” she turns to her group of friends and the six of them

Creative Writingmake their way down the hall. My �rst encounter at Orange seems to be more than welcoming.*** My next two classes bring the same reactions from everyone, boys and girls. Girls just stare me up and down and don’t even give me a chance to let them get to know me. In my Creative Writing class, this one girl named Aliyah shot me dirty looks all period while another girl named Jessica could just not stop staring. And the boys, who I �gured would like me after seeing my newly tagged pictures on Facebook, just whisper and talk about me in their small groups of friends. Even the boys who I recognize from writing on my wall haven’t given me the time of day. All I get, instead, are stares, disapproving and completely obvious. I fast walk through the halls to Spanish and hope that this class will be di�erent. But as I walk into the doorway, the conversations of students stop immediately and everyone looks up at me. The room goes silent almost instantly. “Hola, bienvenidos a la clase de espanol cuatro! Me llamo Senora Sweeney, y su nombre es…” she runs over to her desk and picks up a sheet of paper. “Christina Martinez, verdad? Finally, the one class I know I will dominate. “Si, me llamo Christina Martinez,” I tell her. I give a brief introduction about myself in �uid Spanish, hoping to show o� just a little. “Ah, muy bien Christina. Sienta en esto silla por favor.” She points to a desk in the back row. I casually wisp my hair behind my ear and make my way down the row, just as I hear one girl whispering to her friend, “Who does this girl think she is?” I slump into my seat and rest my cheek against my �st. Spanish class would be no di�erent. The class goes by and still no one wants to speak to me. I sit quietly behind a girl with a pink zip-up, who speaks to the girl in front of her the entire class. At one point I asked her for some help, just as an excuse to talk to someone, and after about four taps on the shoulder she �nally decided she heard me. When I asked her my question, she told me the wrong answer-purposely, I assumed. The rudeness and cold shoulders just keep coming, class after class. It was never going to end. As I’m walking down to 8th period lunch 50 minutes later, a boy walks up to me from behind and puts his hand on the small of my back. “You must be the new girl,” he smiles at me. His brown hair is messy and falls

gently around his face, and his breath smells faintly of Orbit Wintermint. I think it’s the same guy that I saw this morning when I �rst walked in. “Yeah, I’m Christina” I say as I attempt to remove his hand from my back. “And you are...?” “I’m Kyle. Miller. Let me be the �rst to cordially welcome you to our lovely establishment,” he smiles even wider, his hand returning to my back. “I’m having a party this weekend, but it’s exclusive though. Only one special girl gets to be on the list. Think about it. Me, you…sounds like a good time right?” He attempts to put his arm around my shoulder. I step away from him immediately. “Um, Kyle...” “Yeah babe?” he moves closer to me and grabs my left hand. “Ok…um.. I don’t know who you think you are, but I don’t know you at all, so I don’t understand why you think you can get with me. Please just let me go to lunch.” “Aw come on, that’s not exactly what your Facebook page told all of us, is it? Let’s skip the rest of the day, just you and me. No one has to know…” he puts his face up to mine. “Are you serious??” I practically force myself away, running down the hall towards lunch, crying.*** “Hello? Christina? Is that you?” There’s someone else in here? I grab the roll of toilet paper and pull some o� to blot my teary eyes. “Uh, yeah…just don’t feel very well. It’s �ne.” Who could be in here looking for me? I drop my lunch tray to the ground and put my elbows on my jeans, wiping the remaining tears from my cheek. “Sorry…I don’t want to bother you,” she tells me through the bathroom stall, “I heard you crying and I just wanted to know if you’re ok.”“Really?” I ask, lifting my head up. “Um…to tell you the truth, I feel like shit. My �rst day here has been hell.”“Well, you can talk to me about it. You can sit with my friends if you want. You don’t have to eat in the bathroom.” “Thanks” I say as I open the door to see her. I recognize her from this morning as one of Sam’s friends.“I’m Jessie,” she says, holding out her hand to shake mine. “Look, I’m sorry if my friends and I came o� as rude this morning. We didn’t mean to sound like that, we just didn’t really know who you were and, I don’t know, I am really sorry though,” she says with sincerity. “No, it’s okay” I tell her, wiping my eyes with my white zip-up. “Yeah, today has just been

so hard.”“I’m so sorry. What happened?”“Well, some guy named Kyle pretty much felt me up in the hallway. It was so uncomfortable…” I tell her as I �dget with my hair. “I mean, he asked me if I wanted to skip school with him, and I don’t even know this guy…” I stare at the linoleum �oor.“Oy, that’s terrible,” she says, rubbing my shoulder. “I do think I might know why, though,” she faces me.“What do you mean?”“Well, um…” she stares uncomfortably at the ground. “You friended everyone on Facebook last week, then everyone looked through your pictures and were kind of put o� with some of them.”“You mean they actually didn’t like my pictures?” I tell her in surprise. “I �gured that that was the way people would like me.”“Well, to be honest, you kind of put out the wrong image. Almost all of your pictures were you and your friends drinking with practically no clothing. I think the girls were just judging them and the boys just wanted to get with you. Sorry…I feel bad saying this. I just want to help you-““No, thank you Jessie. I just �gured that more people would like me when they saw all these pictures from parties and stu�,” I explain. “I pretty much controlled my old school and I �gured if I wanted to have as good a reputation as I did at home, I had to make people notice me. I thought that people would want to talk to me and be my friend, but I guess I wanted so hard to be the cool new girl that I forgot how people were actually going to see me.”“Well, I think with a little change of your page and some new �rst impressions, people will move past the pictures and actually get to know you better.” “I hope you’re right. Thank you so much. I really appreciate this, Jessie. I guess I did come o� as a bitch a little bit.”She laughs. “Trust me, once people get to know you, you’ll �t in just �ne.” She gets up from our seat against the wall and drops her hand out to me, helping me get up.For the �rst time during my �rst day at Orange High School, I feel reassured. I don’t feel judged or looked down upon, I just feel normal, like I will actually �t in. I realize that I don’t need to be the queen bee to have a good High School experience. As I walk into the lunch room, I don’t feel the burning eyes of my peers. Instead, I feel hope that my Senior year at Orange will be good. Great, even. Jessie links her arm through mine and smiles at me, showing me towards her lunch table where I am instantly greeted by the smiles of her friends. My year at Orange won’t be so bad after all.

Hallie Israel Culture

Celebrating Cultural Festivals in Ohio Greek Heritage FestivalThis festival is held over Memorial Day weekend, and everyone is invited to attend. The festival celebrates Greek culture and features a delicious variety of Greek foods, Greek dances, and more! 185th Street FestivalThis festival celebrates the Slavic heritage of the people in Ohio’s own Collinwood Neighborhood. This Slavic-Themed festival features polka music, Slavic food, dancing, and activities for young children as well. All are invited to attend. Feast of the AssumptionA celebration of Italian Culture, this festival in Little Italy is well known and cherished by all. A mix between an Italian celebration and a classic American carnival, this is a ‘can’t miss event’ for many Clevelanders!

Sick of going on a Starbucks run for co�ee? For a change of scenery, stop by one of Cleveland’s more unique co�ee shops.

Six Best Coffee Houses in the Area

Erie Island Co�ee, 2057 East Fourth St., Cleveland. A quaint co�ee shop located downtown. It’s a bit of a drive away, but their mochas can make it all worthwhile. Perfect for: Meeting with a friend, or having a quick lunch.

Russo Espresso, 21380 Lorain Road, Fairview Park. A modern co�ee house targeted towards a high school/college-aged crowd. They are most famous for their co�ees and hot chocolates, which are o�ered in a variety of daring new �avors (Ex: Mexican Hot Chocolate with chipotle pepper!) Perfect for: A laid-back study session, or for doing homework.

Presti’s Bakery, 12101 May�eld Road, Cleveland. A staple of Little Italy, this unique bakery and co�ee shop is best known for its Italian desserts, pastries, and dishes. Not your classic co�ee house, but it o�ers an excellent atmosphere, and it’s a great place to visit with friends.

Angel Falls Co�ee Co., 792 W. Market St., Akron. Known for its creative vibe and artsy atmosphere, this co�ee shop is a great place to relax with a book. One of the most unique co�ee houses in the area, a wide selection of unusual co�ees and combinations are o�ered here as well.

Phoenix Co�ee Shop, (Several area locations). Though Phoenix is a chain, it still o�ers a really unique atmosphere…not to mention its delicious co�ee. Bonus: it oftentimes features live musical performers from the area!

Lucky's, (Same owners as The Vine and Bean). 777 Starkweather Cleveland. This place has a great brunch! The co�ee's good but the vanilla bean wa�es with homemade caramel sauce are incredible!

Movies Coming Up Soon... (Opening dates are subject to change)

Clue 4/10/2010Eclipse 4/30/2010Greenberg 3/26/2010Killing Kasztner 4/16/2010Road House 5/1/2010Saint John of Las Vegas 3/26/2010The Art of the Steal 4/9/2010The Joneses 4/16/2010The Little Traitor 4/30/2010The Red Riding Trilogy 7/2/2010

Cedar Lee Movie TheatreMovies Playing Now

A Single ManCrazy Heart

Lord Save Us From Your Followers

North FaceThe Hurt LockerThe Ghost WriterThe Last Station

The White RibbonIl Trovatore, by Verdi

Events (Friday Forum’s) Open to Everyone at the City Club of Cleveland

March 19th – A Local High School Debate Championship takes placeMarch 26th - Michael Jacobson, the executive Director of the Center for Science in the Public Interest speaks about nutrition. His presentation will focus on how to correct bad nutritional and exercise habits in order to create a healthier community.April 9th – Dr. Valerie A. Arkoosh speaks about the a�ects of a reformed health care system on the uninsured people of Ohio. April 16th - Douglas A. Blackmon, a Pulitzer prize winning author, will be speaking about his past works, the problem of racial discrimina-tion in society, and how society must forget the troubles and pains of its past in order to move forward as a nation of equals. *Note: Some events require an admissions fee. You can check the City Club of Cleveland’s website for more info at www.cityclub.org

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Boston Mills ArtFestBoston Mills Ski Resort A festive celebration of artists all around the country! Held at Boston Mills Ski Resort, the show is held over the span of two weekends, the show features a di�erent artist each week. The event is very popular, and features live music, refreshments, and more!

Art by the FallsRiverside Park Chagrin Falls

This art festival features �ne arts and crafts from created by local Cleveland-ers. It is sponsored by the Valley Arts center, and is held outdoors with artists each setting up a booth or table to showcase their work.

Murray Hill Art WalkThe Murray Hill art district, Little Italy This summer festival is truly an interesting, lively and popular tradition for Clevelanders who attend. In June, many of the galleries in this quaint art district open up to the public. As part of the special event, attendants are o�ered refreshments upon entering each shop, as if they were at an invitation-only art gala. As they browse, the public is encouraged to talk about the art, pottery, glass art, and textile art they see, and are welcome to purchase the pieces for themselves as well.

Craftfair at Hathaway BrownHathaway Brown in Shaker Heights

This crafts fair is open for one weekend (around mid June) each year. Over 200 artists display their work at the fair, eager to impress onlookers with thier oil, watercolors, acrylics, textiles, wood, clay, �ber, metals, and more! Anyone is welcome to attend the event, and most of the artwork shown is available for purchase.

Cain Park Arts FestivalCain Park in Cleveland Heights This art fair is an annual event attended by artists and audiences from all over the nation! Although it is one of the most highly acclaimed art shows that our city has to o�er, it is free to attend. Those who attend this art fair will not only be able to view a variety of beautiful artwork, but live entertainment and refreshments are also available.

Akron Arts ExpoHardesty Park on West Market Street This event is catered towards people of all ages. Attending children will enjoy the play area at the expo, while older ones will enjoy viewing the work of the over 150 talented artists featured at the event. This Akron Arts Expo is about entertainment, as well as the arts, and is free to those attending.

Lakewood Arts FestivalDetroit Avenue in Lakewood This lively celebration of the arts features photography, prints, sculptures, ceramics, and more. There are also activities for younger children. In addition, there music is preformed live at the festival, and vendors sell food from the streets.

Ingenuity FestDowntown Cleveland This art festival is a three day celebration of the arts that attracts large crowds of all ages. The festival itself o�ers dance performances, live music and more. It is one of the most unique art festival in Cleveland because it is one of the only ones that mixes modern technology with classic art. This art fair is sure to be a new and exciting experience.

Editor’s Pick—Coventry Street Fair

Held on Coventry Street in Cleveland Heights, this art fair is held in the center of Coventry. It features bands, street vendors, sidewalk sales, and even more! This art fair receives my vote as the best art fair of the summer because of the variety of arts and crafts they feature and o�er for sale, and also because of the general atmosphere of the fair. All in attendance at the Coventry Street art fair are sure to �nd something that �ts their speci�c interests. Additionally, the liveliness of the crowds at the fair are sure to keep you coming back!

Summer Art Festivals

We all enjoy the arts, but for those of us who just aren’t into fancy galleries or museums, it may be hard to experience them. Luckily, summer art festivals provide a great alternative to these sti� institutions. These festivals are a celebration of the arts and artists themselves, and o�er an entertaining, inexpensive, and casual way for us to get a taste of our local artists. Many of these festivals take advantage of the summer weather and are outdoor events. Because there are so many local festivals, you won’t have to travel far to enjoy a great summer art festival! I’ve gone and picked out the best Art Festivals of the season, based on their atmosphere, the arts they o�er, and the audience that attends them. These top art festivals are listed below along with their locations. These art fairs o�er something for everyone, and I hope that you enjoy them!

-Hallie Israel

imagine Staff

~Andrew Viny and Stephanie Hong

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          When we started putting the imagine proposal together in 2007, we knew that there were a lot of challenges ahead of us, but we had a vision and we were determined to realizing it.  In 2008 we published our �rst issue, and later that year we won �rst place at both the state and international competitions sponsored by Future Problem Solving.  It was really exciting for us to see that people enjoyed the high quality work our fellow students were producing.  We’ve been lucky enough to have had a number of prominent �gures write letters to our readers which we’ve used to open each issue.  With this year’s issue we’ve challenged ourselves to elevate our publication’s design to match the quality of the work that our contributors were submitting.  We also worked tirelessly this year to create our website www.ohsimagine.com which has allowed us to expand imagine and open it to more frequent updates and a variety of di�erent types of media that we previously were not able to publish.  

          With all the progress and achievements we’ve made over the past few years, we obviously have a lot of people to thank.  Imagine’s success was built on the high quality art, writing, poetry, photography, and performance art created by the students at Orange High School.  This is the �rst group we need to thank, not only because these people have played such a huge roll in imagine’s success to date, but also because we know that they will contribute to imagine’s success in the future.  The teachers and sta� at Orange High School have also been tremendously supportive over these past few years.  Mr. Polster,  Mr. Mesh, Mrs. Brunswick, Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Llyod, Mrs. Colage, Mr. Mayer, Mrs. Cavotta, and many others have helped us greatly either by helping us to �nd student work to publish, advising us on various matters, or even just by telling us how much they enjoy reading that publication.  We’ve got to thank Mrs. Frazier individually.  From the very beginning of this project Mrs. Frazier has been at work for us.  She has helped us �nd and secure funding from grants and other sources and o�ered support and guidance as we created the publication.  In addition Mrs. Frazier always came to our meetings with an open mind and willingness to let us try anything we wanted to do.  This freedom to experiment in combination with Mrs. Frazier’s wisdom, enthusiasm, and tireless e�ort has allowed us to accomplish as much as we have.  Finally We’ve got to mention the new additions to our sta�.  With these few additions we’ve been able to take larger strides than we ever have before.  Jonah Rabb who will be our Editor in Chief next year is someone whose expertise in page design, as well as insatiable curiosity have contributed greatly to this years re-design of the booklet.  David Desberg and Spencer Weiss also deserve mention here.  These technological power houses worked extremely hard to develop our website.  The site’s brilliant functional-ity and tremendously professional appearance are both a result of their hard work.  

          While this maybe the last issue of imagine we produce, the growth imagine has experienced, as well as the talent of our returning sta� makes us extremely excited for the future.  We are extremely pleased to see what a warm reception imagine has received at Orange and we know that with the continued support of students and sta� imagine will continue to grow, and achieve.

Editors in ChiefAndrew Viny

Stephanie Hong

PhotographyBrandon Schwartz

Andrew Viny

PoetryLauren IsraelAmy ScottAkil Evans

Sarah YoungClaudia Cash

TheaterJessica AntrobusMartine Wilson

ArtSara DesbergSydney ZaggerShannon WuKyle Seaman

Molly GallagherJulia King

MusicKevin LaurenoDevan Porter

WritingSamantha Zabell

Jen Lebovitz

CultureHallie Israel

LayoutJonah Rabb

Web DesignDavid DesbergSpencer Weiss

Faculty AdvisorsMrs. Frazier

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