So I’ve been digging around for dirt on the OES Presidential Candidates. And there is none. Turns out all those big posters in the great hall are completely legal in accordance with Student Council campaign laws. Presidential bingo made everyone pay more attention to the debates. Did anyone cross off snoring? Didn’t think so. Keep calm and carry on. First round of elections tomorrow.
*MISSION GROUP: EDUCATION EDITION*
*MISSION GROUP: CIVICS EDITION*
*MISSION GROUP: SERVICE EDITION*
*MISSION GROUP: ARTS AND LIT EDITION*
Spencer’s Play: The Resurrectionist
Describe the play in three words: You. Will. Cry.
“Brad come here,” said my dad from across the house, as he prepared to break the news that might change my life forever. “Brad, I’m gonna give it to you straight.” He seemed to be holding back tears. “You gotta stay in the dorms for the next week and a half,” he said sternly, as my mother began to faint. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t imagine, what if I, bright, handsome and charming day student, transforms into one of those Connor MacMillans, one of those Hiawatha Davis the Thirds, or even worse, one of those Tim Lans? The thought was both enticing and terrifying all at once.
If there is one thing about me that I know for sure, it’s that I absolutely love If horses. This is probably not a surprise to most of you, as my Facebook is overflowing with pictures of my horse, Rio, and I miss lots of school for horse shows. I have first hand experienced the bond that develops between human and equine, born out of a trust so strong that the rider essentially trusts the horse with its life. And in a way, the horse does the same- it trusts that its ‘person’ will be there to feed and care for it. But unfortunately, this is not the case for hundreds of thousands of horses who are neglected and abandoned across the country.
Would you rather Orlando be your older or younger brother? I would rather be older than Orlando haha
Favorite movie? TITANIC
Favorite bad movie? MEAN GIRLS
Favorite book? I don’t read