Saying it in the name of freedom

Never in my life have I been more intellectually stimulated than at Woodstock. I joined the school last July, and for the first time, I actually enjoy learning. Every person at Woodstock is unique and has their own story to tell. I have learned more about the world from discussions with my peers than from […]

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Fast fashion needs to slow down

What’s better than finding that perfect sweater in the right size, beautiful color and … for only $15? After every break, most of us come back with a bunch of new and trendy clothes. “I bought like 18 clothing items in 25 minutes, man, there was such cute stuff and for so cheap!” High schoolers […]

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Students seek spice in their meals

Every student looks forward to the email from Mr. Ketan Swami — the one that describes the next day’s menu. Often we find dishes labeled “spicy chicken” or “fried spicy chicken wings,” but the premature excitement subsides when confronted with food that isn’t really spicy. A few days back while having spicy chicken for lunch, […]

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Searching for the right response to hate

Say my name, it’s not that hard. Accents aren’t what bother me, except, I’m not sure it’s your accent that forces your pronunciation of my name to sound like a three letter word that starts with F and ends with ag.           That’s not my name. My name begins with a […]

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Boys don’t cry … and other lies

“Act like a man, p**** a** b****!” This universal saying reminds every man that he has to be dominant in a society where he will be called upon to act according to stereotypes. This is for every father, every brother, and every son who has wet his pillow so many times because he has been […]

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Time to consider a no-homework policy

It is yet another evening for an 11th grader down at dorms. This morning, I left at 6:45 a.m. since I had to attend a meeting regarding one of my internships. Then, during lunch, I met with another person to sort out a project plan. After school, I went for my journalism PASSAGE. Once that […]

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Schoolwork leaves no time for playgrounds

When my mom was a middle school student, she spent a lot of her time at the playground. As soon as the school bell rang, she and her friends raced to a garden, hoping to find a sunflower with the tastiest seeds in it. They munched on the seeds, spat out the bitter ones, and […]

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