The blazing heat of the sun hitting your face reminds you of yet another torturous day of school despite it being graduation. Makeup now in puddles, clothes drenched in sweat, the day doesn’t seem to get any shorter. Why is...
Dear Wolfie,
It’s my last month here at West High. Soon I will walk across a stage in front of my family and peers, they’ll hand me a diploma and just like that I enter reality. My question to you is what will that piece...
