Not everyone can have an encyclopedic knowledge of the film industry, and not everyone can appreciate films — no, not “movies” — in the way he does. He’s a self-proclaimed “filmbro,” and...

My fellow students, parents, teachers, faculty, and reluctant siblings: good evening, and welcome to the Class of 2022’s graduation ceremony.    First, I am honored that the administration...

I love pathetic incels more than anything. “Alpha males” on the internet really know how to motivate me. I should eat less because pitiful men want me to be skinny. I should cook and clean for someone...

Senior year is full of excitement and achievement. After the sad sight of ‘back to school’ posters being viciously ripped off the walls of local supermarkets, October marks the first battles of an...

Trains take up less space, transport more people, are cheaper and more environmentally friendly than cars. Since trains are so efficient, one would expect companies to find ways to improve them. Instead,...

Throughout history, many noteworthy women have influenced the modern world. Students rarely get to learn about these women’s accomplishments and how they have helped break down barriers for other women...

With the recent rise in stragglers in the hallway, Mounds View has introduced a fiery orange addition to every teacher’s classroom: the hall pass. High schoolers are now returning to their elementary...

I just love how small my pockets are. Instead of being able to use them to store things, I get to carry everything. Much like other women, this developed my hand’s ability to grip ten objects at once....

The sun beamed down brightly on the nation’s capital today as liberal and conservative lawmakers reached a Congressional unicorn—a rare and miraculous compromise between the Democratic and Republican...

A student can never be enough. In America, the land of endless possibilities, we most truly include the possibility of failure. For every good grade received, someone else receives a better grade. For...

“ARE THOSE MY SOCKS?” Every week, my sock supply dwindles. Pairs have become singles.  The monster’s head swivels toward my direction. It pockets the last of my bare-thread Gold Toes. “Sorry...