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Fast Forward to The Good Part

Who am I this year? A question I often find myself asking as if I have any clue what the answer would be. But it’s not as if I don’t feel nor don’t want to feel different because I do. I want to change my ways; I want to grow. How I would be going about change and growth I have yet to discover. I wish I could say 2025 was something I would forever cherish and look back on with great pleasure, but I simply cannot. It is not to say I didn’t enjoy myself countless times this ye

Oh Mr. Bridgerton

Last week I watched Pride and Prejudice with my mom—she floated in and out of the room asking what was going on in each scene—and it drove me crazy. Seeing the love between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy made me appreciate the slow burn. It’s almost as if the fear and tension between the two of them made that ending scene so much more meaningful. I feel like nowadays in romance movies they meet at a bar and it’s like bam bedroom. I never knew I could appreciate a romance film withou

I’m a Junior

I find it so weird that I used to despise seltzer so much when I was younger, and now if I don’t have a Waterloo Blackberry Lemonade I will be throwing hands, respectively Anyways, the writers block has been very real lately. I think it’s because I’m forced to write so much for school, that my creative battery dies because I use it all on essays and DBQs. The funny thing is I have absolutely no care for the topics I write about in school, yet the passion always finds me. Q

Full Swing Fall

My dog finds the Halloween decorations my mom put up offensive. He will not stop screaming at it. I gave up yelling at him, after all he has a first amendment right. There he goes for the water. I just took my 3rd SAT, and lets just say, I’m ready for my journey with the college board to be over. To think that my parents have paid over 700 dollars to the college board makes me sick, oh and lets add the tutors on top of that. Of course I’ve done 3 but there is still one to go

Matcha Gate 2025

I might be in the eye of the storm right now, because why does junior year feel pretty manageable. Yes I have already gotten grades that...

Boob Jail and Junior Year

I survived the first week of junior year. I jokingly told my mom last night that I had more homework this time last year than I do now....

From Greece to Gatsby

I think I may be part of one of the smallest minorities in America. I do not find Conrad Fisher attractive in the slightest. This does...

Potatoes, Cancer, and Lena Dunham

Sue me I wanna be sushi. Sorry, I had to get that out. Audrey Hobert is my new favorite artist. Yes I only know 2/2 of her songs, but my...

Boy? No, Boyfriend

I apologize, my fellow readers; I haven't been active lately. As many of you know, I'm a sophomore, well, now a rising junior, but the...

See Me

Is one person enough? Does it truly take only one person to believe in you? This has been on my mind all week. To say I have been stumped...

Make The Morning Great Again

There is nothing I hate more than feeling as if I got less than five hours of sleep. You wake up all sluggish and you feel paralyzed from...

The Death of Denim and Dignity

I believe the bravest thing someone could do, in my high school, is wearing jeans. To tell you the truth I haven’t gone a day, this year,...

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