Southeast HS http://wuis.org en The Most Powerful Element http://wuis.org/post/most-powerful-element <p>During my freshman year of high school, my circle of friends was fairly limited. &nbsp;I had three friends who I associated with daily, and I was perfectly content with this. &nbsp;In place of expanding my social standing and friend group, I spent a good number of my days walking home after school and doing nothing besides laying in my room listening to music. &nbsp;This might sound lonely to some, but I was happy doing it, so I felt no need to change. Thu, 27 Feb 2014 13:35:00 +0000 Kelsey Hubble 19152 at http://wuis.org The Most Powerful Element I Believe in Snow Cones http://wuis.org/post/i-believe-snow-cones <p>I used to live right on the busiest street in the world. Maybe, I’m exaggerating a little bit, but it seemed pretty busy to me. Cars zoomed up and down the street, traveling around the world, and I wasn’t allowed to go past my block on my own, which now seems to be very logical, but at the time it seemed like the most ridiculous rule. On hot summer weeks when I was cooped up to my huge lawn and vast house, my sole escape was Snow Cone Tuesday.</p> Wed, 26 Feb 2014 13:35:00 +0000 Alex Brosseau 19151 at http://wuis.org I Believe in Snow Cones The Sneetches http://wuis.org/post/sneetches <p>I believe that Sneetches are Sneetches. This probably sounds ridiculous to most people, but it is a belief that has greatly affected my outlook on life. In the children’s story “The Sneetches” by Dr. Seuss there is a very important lesson about people and their differences. In this story, there are Sneetches that live on the beach (or the beaches, as Dr. Seuss would say).&nbsp; Some of these Sneetches were born with big stars on their bellies while others hadn’t anything on theirs. Tue, 25 Feb 2014 13:35:00 +0000 Gabrielle Gardner 19148 at http://wuis.org The Sneetches I Believe in Dirt http://wuis.org/post/i-believe-dirt <p>I believe in Saturday mornings with my mother. Waking up in the morning, the sun just barely peeking in through my curtains. Struggling into last night’s jeans, eyes still glued shut with sleep. Bad TV dramas while both of us avoid our homework in the winter, but in the summer we skip breakfast and take bumpy car rides. We walk hand in hand past a pockmarked brick road and a green bar door, down and over one block from a parking meter left unpaid. A skip over the train tracks and we are at the Farmers’ Market. A right turn for home-made bread rolls and our favorite salad guys. Fri, 21 Feb 2014 13:35:00 +0000 Abagail Perrero 19144 at http://wuis.org I Believe in Dirt The Real Me http://wuis.org/post/real-me <p>I don’t choose to wear makeup. Some people may look at me with disdain, and others wonder why I opt out of such a common practice. I see girls around me with perfect faces, unable to tell that they are covered with the cloudy foundation, and with their eyes painted just right so that I find it easy to look and hard to look away. But I myself find no yearning to be “beautiful,” or to look “flawless” simply so that others may be more visually attracted to me. Tue, 18 Feb 2014 13:35:00 +0000 Katherine Bowman 19140 at http://wuis.org The Real Me