When I reminisce on my four years with the Ghostwriter, my mind goes straight to our tables.  I can picture all ten plastic boards lining the room in evenly spaced rows as I walked in on my first day of “Journalism 1” freshman year. I sat in the front right, my back facing my classmates on my...

The moments I remember from high school aren’t the ones I planned for. They aren’t the tests I spent hours studying for or the grades I stressed over at the time. Instead, they’re the small, unstructured moments that turned out to mean the most, like the funny conversations I had with my friends...

I’ve been trying to write something to help you avoid the mistakes I made in high school. Ideally, I’d give you a golden nugget of wisdom that would allow you to circumvent all the failure and sleep deprivation that awaits you, but the serial procrastinator in me has led me here: struggling to write...